(takes her palm into his hand)
(and oh boy, this is like sticking your head into a grave dug open in the winter morning)
(it glows faintly before what looks like a mist of black mist gently lands on Liman's hand. It's there for a couple moments before sinking within)
...(pulls away) Thank you. Where did you learn such magic?
(remember the book?)
(this is kinda like it, except there are no whispers or pleadings)
(there is hardly even sentience)
(just... a freshly opened grave. Howls of creatures so horrible they couldn't possibly belong to any type of being... and it lingers on)
...I see.(nods) Who was it?
edited 16th Apr '15 4:01:45 PM by FergardStratoavis

(nods before descending downstairs)
(she makes no attempt at stealth, her heeled boots clicking on stairs)
(meanwhile, the man returns downstairs, in comparison to Shanoa his footsteps almost soundless)
...(looks around) Greetings.