The pale light from the dying stars and the harsh moon scarcely touched the darkened crevice of the ruins found not far from the gate into Velerath, the world around showing shades of grey. The harsh, howling wind touched what the light did not and entered every crack that made itself available. It disturbed what the light would not and the movement of shadow within shadow was the result. The soft sound of fluttering fabric accompanied the movement within the darkness of the ruined building. The fabric belonged to a raven-clasped traveler's cloak around the shoulders of an undead rogue.
Long dark eyelashes brushed deathly white, almost ashen grey cheek bones as the female "slept." It was a meditative practice she had taken up while traveling with a human nearly a quarter century before. She would, though it was utterly unnecessary, go through the motions of breathing to calm her self and close her eyes to focus. Ears were attuned to the world around her, though only the howl of the wind could be heard that night. The wind didn't seem to bother the female though, nor did the harsh moon or dying stars- her almost entirely motionless form hiding her heightened state of awareness.
Ryver's eyes remained closed as she listened to the sound of a fight in the distance. It sounded as though the Ashen Guard had their hands full, and she could only smile at the thought. The sounds were faint though, so she began to tune them out once more- opting to focus on the area closer to her. When she heard clearly discernible voices or sounds, then she would begin to show concern. Thus far she had kept her head down and done a few simple jobs without attracting unwanted, unwarranted, or dangerous attention from Elizier. It certainly wouldn't do her any good to go sticking her nose anywhere a fight with his Guard was concerned- not without cause. The raven-haired undead had just regained her focus when a gravelly voice broke through to her thoughts along with the clank of armor and the scent of a grave-yard dirt and death. That was when deep violet eyes shot open, and the female rolled quickly to her feet. Peeking from her place in the ruin, she saw the Vanguard and Golem passing below.
"That does not bode very well at all," She muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing. Pondering what on earth could have drawn them outside, the small woman silently slipped down to the street below. Sticking to shadows and alleys between ruined buildings, Ryver stalked the pair quietly. The sounds of the fight she had tuned out before grew louder as she followed. When the scene was in view she stopped, hanging back out of sight. She studied the single figure standing, robed in black, with a lantern at his waist, as the Golem was ordered to charge.