[color=8e9db6]The ghostly hands around the room seemed to shake at the emergence of the poisonous mist.
The elder woman's lone dark figure stood beneath the dimming sun's rays. 
Her hand held the sphere tightly and the sunlight formed in the sphere's center.
The poison cloud racing against the surface of an invisible barrier.
She was behind her own protection. 

When Mason entered the woman looked at him with sharp piercing eyes.
"I suppose it is true. A thug speaking the truth. Though these knights.."
The woman looked down at Mason with a curious expression.
"Are not the ones the King uses himself. It seems I was not considered worth the expense."
She chuckled, seeming to be in a decently nice mood. 

"Prove your worth knights! If you dare call yourselves.."
After speaking her ghostly hands on her back moved up and gripped the small openings that let in sunlight. 
With one heave pieces of the ceiling began falling and a open air hole was made.
The mountains height gave a bellowing breeze that began to suck away the poison.
The ghostly hands around the room seemed to wave around and somewhat clap.

"This is the most I'll do. Now do take care of yourselves young ones.."[/color]
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