Lysander jerked around to see a dark haired girl approaching him slowly, her fingers lazily brushing against the wrought iron gate. Her intent gaze to him betrayed immediately that she was the one behind the strange voices, but clearly she was not trying to hide it. She addressed him recklessly, and when she was finished speaking Lysander stared her down. 

"So what are you, then? Clearly not Faceless. Crest, perhaps? Jin'hadai? Phantom?" 

Lysander noticed her eyes flicker slightly at the mention of the latter, and could tell he had guessed correctly.

"Of course. That would explain your affinity for undead arts, and your will to kill a political figure without question." He drew his katana and dropped the sati onto the grass, trying to keep up his confidence. "But do you really think you can kill me here? Look around you." He waved his free hand in a wide gesture. "We're standing in the middle of Oculus grounds, which I have just been inducted into. If you attack me, the guild will know. You would start a war between the Guilds, Phantom would have your head, and you know it."