Her head felt little off balance as something was struck in the container. Then the figure appeared...not a mistwraith. This creature was in far worse shape, repulsive yet strangely alluring. A chill etched up her spine as the eyes faded from view, a haunting quality that spoke of eons of knowledge. The smell was stronger here, like putting a honey covered boxing in her mouth and rolling it around.

Her mind wandered as she took a step. [color=9e0b0f][i]What is this thing and why is it here?[/i][/color] Another step. [i][color=9e0b0f]Maybe it is a new mistrwaith species?[/color][/i] A final step to close the distance to five feet. [i][color=9e0b0f]Could it speak?[/color][/i]

It was a mixture of her childhood horror and condition training against Soothers and Rioters that halted her.

[color=9e0b0f]"Wait.."[/color] she spoke aloud. [color=9e0b0f]"What am I doing? I don't even remember my last few steps."[/color] She quickly started to burn more steel and angled her arm towards the hole. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Come out and talk to me. I don't want any trouble."[/color]