Ashevelen was on guard as they descended down below, her senses primed to as much as they could. Hand gripped on the hilt of her sword, ready to strike at anyone that would see through their ruse. 

A figure a bit below appeared, Ashe could almost feel the blood leaking from them. The person started talking, a never-ending triade of words which Ashevelen fully ignored as she stepped down a few flights of steps sword pointed at the person's throat. Before she could strike him down, his clothes and general bearing combined with Gwyn's words "Dalious?!" made Ashe stop before she could strike him down.

"[color=gold] Friend of yours? [/color]" said Ashe barely looking towards Gwyn. Her sword was still pointed at Dal's throat.