There was irritation clearly stamped across Nil's face and, was that concern? Either way, he didn't seem too happy that she had unwittingly almost turned them both into human pin cushions. Although, his comment sounded less angry and more passive, which surprised her, slightly. [color=00B2EE]"My bad,"[/color] she murmured apologetically before turning her attention back to the chest. There wasn't much in it; a coin purse, some potions. She grabbed the money but left the rest as she exited the room and fell into step behind Nil once more. She really hadn't expected the chest to be rigged, or even considered the possibility that it could be a trap. Well, she knew better now, and thankfully no one had been hurt. She would have felt terrible if one of the darts had hit him.

However, the ordeal was soon forgotten as they ran into, yes, more traps. What in divines' name was so important in this barrow that it need this many traps guarding it? They had met no opposition from the undead, or even that ghost, so she was really starting to become very confused. She would have asked Nil about it, but he was probably wondering the same thing and was at just as much of a loss as he was. This was confirmed when he murmured something about it out loud moments after they had triggered, and thankfully dodged a fire trap. The iron dragons spewing fire didn't startle her as much as she thought it would have, considering she had faced and survived the real deal. All thought of sleep and what lay in store for her tomorrow had long been forgotten. That is, until the reached the long room with the puzzle door. 

In the Barrow, she had been ecstatic to see the story walls and solve the code to open the great stone door. Seeing a replica of it now just brought back unpleasant memories. There was a word wall behind that door, she could feel it. Thankfully she didn't hear any chanting. She had never actually explained to her companion what had transpired in Bleak Falls Barrow. though part of that was because she hadn't been, and still wasn't, sure of what had happened. She wondered what shout lay behind the door, but seeing as they didn't have the key to get in, they wouldn't be finding out tonight. Which she entirely believed was for the better, she wasn't ready to go learning any new dragon words at present. 

But Nil had already moved on, and the sound of him unsheathing his weapon caused her to instinctively draw her own and break her train of thought. She moved behind him, weapon ready as the half-prince cautiously pushed the wall inward, revealing it to be a revealing door. She hadn't fully processed the fact that a ghost was eating soup before the alter left to its feet with a battle cry and charged toward them. She kept backwards to avoid the specter attack just in time to avoid Nil's well placed swing, instantly decapitating the phantom. Wait, no. 

[color=00B2EE]"So this guy was just [i]pretending[/i] to be a ghost?"[/color] she gestured to the very now very mundane looking corpse on the floor, confusion stamped across her features, [color=00B2EE]"So much for ghost hunting,"[/color] she sounded slightly disappointed, looking up at Nil. 

Although, that didn't explain [i]why[/i] the altmer was posing as a ghost. She skirted around the bleeding carcass into the room he had sprung out of moments ago, looking around curiously. Judging by the set up, he had been living her for some time. There were supplies stocked on shelves, a fire crackling in the pit, all signs that he had made this old crypt his home. Funny, since it was his tomb now too. A leather bound journal resting on the table caught her eye, and sheathing her sword, she picked it up and opened it to inspect its contents. The first paged was titled "Journal of Wyndelius Gatharian", and what followed was an almost... sad account. She frowned as she looked up at Nilovas. 

[color=00B2EE]"So turns out, this guy was a grave robber trying to get into the inner chamber, but he didn't have the key. And he didn't want anyone else poking around the barrow, so he created a potion that makes him appear spectral to scare off the locals. But, he had been down here so long that he went mad and believed himself to be a part of the Barrow, one of the dead that had been buried here long ago,"[/color] she explained after skimming the pages. It didn't seem right to just leave it in the crypt, so she decided to take it with her and ask the innkeeper if he had known Wyndelius tomorrow morning.