I backed away more before victor called out my rudeness. perhaps I was being a bit too paranoid, maybe this was rarely an innocent old lady as she appeared to me. Still the thought of danger fed on the back of my head, but I progressed as to not be the odd one out of this group that I had just become apart of. I kept my hood over most of my pale and nervous face, dark arcanic symbols reeking of both dark magic and some other strange et equally malevolent magic. A striking contrast to my shy and innocent behavior. I entered the home of the old woman with feet draped under these brooding robes. I didnt notice anything odd about them, in fact I was rather comfortable wearing them. As if I had some attachment to them that I couldn't remember. Yet at the same time, something else was bogging at my sub conscience, was it the thought of death or memories trying to flood back into my mind, I couldn't tell. But I remained like this without any mental progress.