Lavender received the dagger with a nod of thanks, ignoring the bottle that dropped to the floor and noting the dagger’s aura and how similar it was to the temple. The fox-faced woman pitied the imp and how tired it looked.

As a chilling cold swept through the tavern and the wraiths appeared, the woman frowned slightly at her now frozen wine before remembering that there was a more important thing inside the tavern as of now: the wraiths. Lavender attempted to recall if she had ever encountered such creatures before while watching the wraith’s figures move around like those ghosts described in children’s storybooks. She would turn the dagger around in her hands, silently comparing the aura of the dagger, the aura of the temple, and the aura of the wraiths and trying to decide which one was worse.

Lavender positioned the dagger in a way that suggested she was about to attack and faked drawing back her new weapon to strike a nearby wraith from behind to see what happened- something undoubtedly foolish. As if it had a pair of eyes on the back of it’s head, the wraith turned almost immediately and [i]glared[/i], almost like it was daring the woman to attack while somehow looking unimpressed at the same time. All while doing that, it started slowly moving menacingly close. The woman set down the dagger onto the table to shift her chair backwards a little, and really just sat there and waited to see what would happen next. Eventually it narrowed it’s glowing red eyes and drifted away. 

Huh, a patient one. At least Lavender hadn’t died yet. She knew it was incredibly [i]dumb[/i] of her to trigger such a dangerous being like that, and she understood that she wouldn’t be so lucky the next time.