Denise felt warm inside. This situation was ever so slowly turning towards something exciting. Hostility oozed out from the knight. It was, sweet in a way. The taste in the air. The fear of the people around her. It sent shivers down her spine. The hunger inside of her grew. The threat of her losing control was growing by the minute. However, now was not the time for such things.

"A woman after my own heart," she said and nodded towards the knight. Their ideas seemed to be quite similar in that regard. However, the means probably differed quite a bit. And while Denise motives were mostly selfish, the knight's seemed to be for a cause, possibly a fanatic. Fanatics were good for the single mindedness towards a goal, especially if it was beneficial to others as well.

Helvyra grinned as the man turned around towards her. A brutish smile of fury and fire. Did the man hope to fight then flee? Or did he have some illusion about being able to fight her head on? When the man came close enough she dug her foot into the ground and smacked together her hands where his head would had been if he had not taken a dive. 

The move caused her to swing forwards from the sheer momentum. Her massive leg crashed down in front of her as her body twisted and turned sideways. The ground shook as the golem came to a standstill. The move would had worked against a regular golem, but not against a soul golem. A golem with a fully functional mind and reactions.

Denise smiled softly as she watched them. He had passed her test at least. He was agile enough to avoid being smacked to death. Her interest had not been in vain it seemed like. "Helvyra, stop, and come back," she said and the golem ignored the man as it started walking back to Denise. She figured that she might see more of that man later. No need to force anything.

"Well, I'll drop off my stuff at a contact in the city then I'm ready to leave. Feel free to follow, or meet me at the gate in an hourglass. Whatever you prefer," she said as the golem returned and picked up their stuff before they both started walking towards the edge of the shopping district. For now she was going to influence a merchant to sell her things for a cut of the profit. This knightly business took precedence.