Urik stood motionless outside the door, eyes wide in surprise at the girl suddenly addressing him. How did she know he was there? He took the utmost care to not alert her to his presence! He clenched his teeth in anger and frustration, before quickly calming himself. It simply must have been some kind of magic. He should have expected that. 

His face hardening, he inches closer to the door... finally so close to a target. With a small breath, a massive cloud of pitch-black smoke suddenly billowed out of his mouth and into the room, almost immediately filling it until it was impossible to see further than an inch away from your face. Strangely, though, it was just as easy to breath as regular fresh air.

 Slinking into the room with the speed and noiselessness of a mouse, he entered the room and closed the door.

[color=8882be]"Make a peep and I slit your throat."[/color] He whispered, knife at the ready. 

As long as she didn't attempt to speak, he'd continue.

[color=8882be]"You're going to answer my questions when I ask. And depending on the answers, I'll leave you be."[/color]