Character: Andrea Ashmourn
Status: uncertain.

Andrea turned towards the unknown voice, the silent but observant man. Another voice of reason, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “[color=8dc73f][i]So the watcher finally speaks! And using the proper title to address us. However, it seems like he needs more with his assessments, how curious that almost everyone seems suspicious of one another. I wonder how they will react with our power Andrea.[/i][/color]” The voice giggled a little before she dismissed the voice itself. Her ruby gaze returned to Axol fighting the urge to smile victoriously but gave him a small nod. 

“[color=ec008c]Seems like our voice is unified. Besides, the kill on its own has its own reward. Imagine that part of the tale, painting you rather enticing and heroic. Who knows, maybe you will get free drinks if there isn't enough gold for you.[/color]” Andrea thought a little longer, holding her chin as she went on talking. Glancing towards Thorne with a curious look on her lips as she remade her assessment of the silent solacaron. 

“[color=8dc73f][i]A childlike archer that seeks endless glory, a troubled mercenary that's drowning in ale. A silent girl that seeks answers from a silent deity. And finally, the observing mage that is always planning. None of them will understand what we are, Andrea. Once you let me out, and you will. They will turn against you. Even the Adhel is suspicious of you. All it takes is one swift knife.[/i][/color]”

Andrea glanced towards everyone that stayed in the room while the voice whispered. Even as Bromann left, the voice continued to whisper and giggled behind a veil of a sinister smile. Andrea shook her head, letting the voice sit in the shadows for a moment until it faded completely from her mind. Eyeing the cold door for a second.

“[color=ec008c][i]They won't. But it won't matter, it's not like we are staying forever in this bastion. I will not be another Protector. You wanted a monster. I will get your monster. But I can't do anything if you keep whispering.[/i][/color]” She pleaded against the voice as she gazed towards the fire, her finger tapping against her arm for a moment before the feeling of the voice echoed for a moment, letting the small grimoire shimmer slightly before fading away. A small breath escaped her lips, a relieved one at least for now. Andrea glanced towards the door to the freezing outside before frowning.

“[color=ec008c][i]Bromann has a point. Monsters will be coming, the bells indicated trouble. Even if it hasn't shown up yet. Besides, I don't want to be too vulnerable to the cold.[/i][/color]” Andrea remarked as she picked up her tattered cloak frowning a little. “[color=ec008c]I wonder if they have any fabric for me to use… I doubt it.[/color]” Andrea sighed disappointedly as she rambled to herself and fastened her cloak a little, grabbing one of the hot stones. Though she glanced towards everyone else. “[color=ec008c]Grab a hot stone if you are thinking of coming outside with me. It should keep you warm for an hour or so.[/color]”

Andrea grabbed a second one, the one that Bromann didn't grab before leaving. She walks out, shivering again as she put on her hood, her eyes to glowed slightly  against her shadowed face as she begins to walk out; but mainly staring at the forest.