Ilana paused when confronted with the hooded figure, eyeing his armament and stance. She raised her own shield defensively, leveling her sword on top of it, the point angled at the man blocking her way. She had been about to speak when a small horde of bats descended upon her; she ducked down behind her shield until they passed. Shaking her head at the annoyance, she returned her attention to the hooded man.

"Well, I can't turn back, can I?" She gestured with her head to the collapsed doorway behind her. She could burn through it with her shield and sword, perhaps, but there was nothing on the other side but death at the hands of an undead horde. No, she couldn't go back. This figure wasn't silently trying to murder her yet, like the skeletal warriors outside had, but she didn't like the sound of his voice at all. Certainly no friend. "If you don't stand aside, I'll have to force the issue. I'm not staying here, and I can't go back, which means I must go forward."