[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Tyaethe hummed to herself as the lookout was summarily dispatched, her only concession to their location appearing to be a dagger filched from somewhere. Master of her sword she might be, but the paladin was well aware at how such a long weapon could prove less than ideal in confined spaces--though from the wealth and prestige of the Cal family throughout the years, she expected that the mausoleum was going to be anything but cramped once they got inside.

"As is their wont, the defiler lurks away from the moon and sun, hoping that the Goddesses' reach is but that beneath the sky," the apparent child said, swinging her blade to rest on one shoulder again, the words halfway between a recital and a prayer, "But all that ever was touched by Their light carries it within them. And to those that would pervert the dead to foul cause, we carry the solar fire to cleanse and purify, the lunar waters to wash away the lurking taint. To the dead we bring the stillness and crushing weight of the deepest sea; for the living we rescue the gentle warmth of the sun."

Red eyes looked up at Gerard, then back towards the open door. "Don't forget we're here to rescue, Segremors."