There, before him, was a young girl. Her skin was pale, practically white, like someone who rarely went outside. Even her hair was the same, pale shade. Contrasting with her skin and hair though, she wore a black robe, speckled with a few drops of grey colored paint. In her lap sat a rune, Stone to be exact, which she held her hands close to. But strangest of all, was the blindfold she wore, covering her eyes. Yet, despite it, she was staring directly at Urik, as he stood before her. No sign of fear was in her body language or face.

[color=00a99d]I do not know you. A stranger from a strange land? One who uses threats[/color] She said, curiously observing her intruder somehow. Next to her was a canvas, displaying an unfinished painting of what looked like the gate outside. [color=00a99d]Don't be afraid... Be welcomed.[/color]