Elle remained motionless for a moment, watching as Nil tested to see if a draugr would appear before going about looting the treasure room. She hesitated, waiting for him to say something about the voices, but he never did. He must not hear them. Maybe she was going crazy. 

With hesitant steps, the small Breton girl carefully walked forward, her eyes not leaving the dragon shrine. With every small stride, the chant became louder and louder. How could Nilovas not hear this? She wondered with amazement as she walked up the stairs. She paused once more, looking back at her companion as he examined a rather odd looking sword, clearly not aware of the war cry that echoed in her mind. She looked back at the stone runes carved into the smooth surface beneath the artistic dragon face, a light catching her eye. 

At first, she thought that it must be a trick of the light, but as she took another step closer, she realized that a few of the runes were glowing, and now a faint whooshing noise accompanied the song that only her ears could hear. Now more fascinated than concerned, Eilonwy walked up to it, the chant reaching a loud crescendo, tendrils of light energy pulsing from the words and swirling around her. 

[color=00B2EE]"Um, Nilovas?"[/color] Elle called, walking up the the word and running her fingers across it. Suddenly, the light died, and the chant started to taper off. Her vision grew blurry and she felt rather dizzy, putting a hand on the carving covered wall to keep herself from falling. Then something in her mind clicked. The rune that had been glowing, she knew what it was. She knew what it meant. She didn't know how, she had never seen it before, but she just… knew. She couldn't speak it, she didn't know how to say it, but she could tell you what it meant. 

It only took a second for her to feel normal again, normal and very perplexed. She turned around and was about to speak again, but her words instead came out as, [color=00B2EE]"Watch out!"[/color]

The coffin had burst open, a draugr sitting up and grinning at them. This one was different, dressed in armor and possessing a heftier weapon. Whoever he had been before death, he had been powerful. Her bizarre experience suddenly forgotten, Elle drew her sword and prepared to attack it, glancing quickly around for anything she could possibly use to give her an edge.