Elle had to quicken her pace slightly to be able to keep up with her much taller companion, squinting at the crypt beyond as they drew closer. She found Nil's explanation satisfactory enough and simply shrugged in response. She was certainly no expert on ghosts or the undead and saw no reason to question him further. They would find out if there were spirits within the crypt soon enough. She smiled up at him and nodded her thanks when he pushed the heavy door aside and waited for her to enter as well, passing through the threshold into the cool, musty air of the barrow. There were already lit candles lining the spiraling stair, which she found strange, but they hardly provided enough light to see properly. She was perfectly content to let the half-prince take the lead, staying close behind him as they descended the rickety wooden planks. 

[color=00B2EE]"Have you ever encountered ghosts before?"[/color] she asked, her voice hardly above a whisper. She couldn't say she had ever had any direct contact with the dead before, only in fleeting glances and through stories she had been told as a child. On the other hand, she assumed that he had run ins with the dead sometimes, although, she couldn't be sure of what he [i]hadn't[/i] fought before. That might be a shorter list. She still didn't exactly know that much about him, or even how old he was, so it was hard to say how much experience he had. That being said, he was certainly more of a fighter than she was, and considering what little she did know of his origins, had come upon many more evils than she had. Therefore, it was easy to conclude that ghosts were among them.

This barrow was much darker than the first one they had delved into when they retrieved the claw, more quiet and still. There were no bandits camped in the entryway this time. She almost preferred the ruckus to the silence. To make herself feel better, and to improve visibility, she raised her left hand, a bright, yet gentle blue light appearing above her palm, growing to about the size of an apple before rising above her head and staying there, casting a soft glow down the stairs before them. It wasn't blinding, but it certainly helped light the way better than the sputtering wicks of ancient candles. She wasn't scared, not with Nil around, but there was something eerie about this place that made her apprehensive, and the slightly broader field of vision helped quell some of that anxiety.