Ishmael saw to what all the commotion was about and suddenly his armor turned white and glow as already a few of his spells were activating. He then dropped from his seat. His greatsword coming out of it's sheath and it too began to glow with a holy light. He moved forward with inhuman speed only granted to him from the endurance and speed of a bear. He took his sword and pinned it at the top of the werewolves head. He gave the wolf a moment to react and then whistled to get the creatures attention, The holy blade feeling like a thousand heavy needles upon the back of it's neck. "I have one question for you monster,... how you answer depends on whether you make it out of this meeting alive or not..." He said. He then looked to Inyata and frowned. Stupid naive little girl, she is going to get herself or them killed. He then looked back down at the visage of the werewolf. "Before you get any ideas of attacking, my blade has ended the lives of many lycanthrobes in the past.... now for the question. "Are you a ally to us or a enemy,... choose your words wisely beast. They just might be your last." He said in a demanding tone. 

  Ceceria watched and she smiled and just stared at Ishmael the holy night. His broad shoulders and stern face full of seriousness. She marveled at it and she started to feel a little envious of whoever he loved. This man was sure something she would dream of being with. Perhaps she found her self a permanent traveling companion. She would go with him just to share in his endeavors. He did not have to love her back or anything. She just wanted to be there and help him if he needed it. She drew out her daggers and got ready to fight if she had to.

 Nova, looked to the window, it was night time now, a full moon to be exact the way the light would come through the window. Suddenly he appeared again. The vampire and he looked to the dead orc that had come. He sighed and looked to her shaking a finger at her. He then had to laugh and moved to her. "You are a wild one aren't you?..."
"Go fuck yourself"She said. 
"Well that's not very princess like..." He responded.
"I'm sorry I meant to say piss off shitbag." she replied.

 The vampire rose a brow and sighed. This woman was not much of a princess. She did not hesitate to say such mean words to anyone. Then again he did have her chained to a wall.