Elle nodded silently at his response, deciding that it was probably best to stay quiet. This place felt more like a tomb than the last one did, and she didn't want to disturb any ghosts or draugr unnecessarily. She was armed, but the oversized linen shirt would do little to protect her from any magic or blows. Hopefully it was a friendly ghost? If there even was one. Plus, by the looks of the place, it had already been ransacked, anything valuable gone. The candlelight spell illuminated the pillaged corridor, the red haired young woman staying close to her friend as they made their way through the soundless halls. She did pause at the bottom of the stairs to grab the healing potion that Nil overlooked. Hopefully there'd be no need for it, but better be safe than sorry. The pair of them had a habit of getting banged up pretty badly, judging by the last two large fights they had been in. Between Nil getting [i]impaled[/i] by a death lord and her blacking out from absorbing the soul of a dragon, it was better to err on the side of caution. Who knew what lurked down here. 

As it turns out, that would be answered presently, as she paused when Nil halted at the branching passages. She hadn't been expecting the sudden voice demanding they leave at once or suffer lethal consequences. After having been quiet for so long, it sounded much louder than it probably was, causing her to gasp sharply and instinctively reach out for Nil, the other hand flying to the hilt of her weapon as she focused her eyes on the blue figure behind the iron barred gate. In the few seconds that the apparition was visible, she found that she could, quite literally, see right through him. His hollow form was that of some kind of mer, tall, but not quite the same height as Nil. But, as soon as the spirit appeared, it vanished in a flash of white light, leaving the novice ghost hunters in baffled silence. 

When the half-prince spoke to her, Elle relinquished her grip on his arm and looked up at him with a half-hearted smile. [color=00B2EE]"Interesting is one word for it. If I wasn't awake before, I certainly am now,"[/color] she replied with a shake of her head, pushing stray curls from her eyes as she stepped forward to inspect the gate. There didn't seem to be any way to get through, no levers, switches, or pull chains available to raise the iron barrier. She looked over her shoulder when Nil cleverly suggested continuing onward. 

[color=00B2EE]"Well, it seems you were right about this place being haunted,"[/color] she said as she walked down the remaining passageway, fingers closed around her sword, [color=00B2EE]"I hope he has less threatening things to say. Not exactly a friendly sort."[/color] This being the first ghost she had ever faced, she was certainly shaken by its appearance and message. And while it had certainly surprised her with its sudden entrance, she wasn't frightened like she thought she might be. Its statement had been ominous, but had failed to actually act on its threat. Which, she found odd, but didn't comment as they pressed forward. What did she know about the dead and their motivations?

The hall gave way to a sparsely furnished room with another iron door at the far end, two levers on its left and another pair on the right. Now after making it through Bleak Falls Barrow, she knew better than to just go pulling on random levers. They were most likely rigged to kill intruders should the wrong ones be activated. However, upon a swift initial inspection, there didn't seem to be any clear indication as to which lever was the right one. She stopped in front of the door, eyeing the switches suspiciously. [color=00B2EE]"Thoughts?"[/color] she asked Nil, crossing her arms as her gaze swept the room for clues.