“They would have robbed you, hurt, otherwise taken advantage of you and perhaps killed you. Attacking others -not to mention being the hero- isn't like me, but that was justified. I'm glad I could help.” 

Well, by all means, don’t hold back. The blatantly non-sugarcoated explanation of exactly what could have happen put quite a damper on Felicia’s mood and confidence. She was all the more grateful and all, but did she really want to be going along with this? Hadn’t paling around with that masked merchant gotten her into enough trouble?

Felicia mulled over such thoughts as she continued walking. She could feel the blood draining from her face as the sign overlooking the graveyard gate came into view; peering at her over the writhing crowd of bodies. The sound of pots clanging and heavy footsteps sounded behind her and her frown only intensified. There went the king of crazy… was she [i]seriously[/i] following him?

“Thanks for the ride. See you there.”

Felicia sighed in relief as she watched Cain flit away after him. 

[i]Now’s your chance, [/i]she thought to herself,[i] Just turn around. Go![/i]

She mentally shook her head and kept walking. No, she’d told the ghost she would help and, although she wasn’t entirely sure about whether or not there was a code of honor amongst the dead, she was keen on keeping her word. [i]Just a peek,[/i] she promised herself, [i]If it seems too dangerous I’ll leave. Simple as that.[/i] Right on cue and as if they had a will of their own, her feet stopped moving. Rooted in place, she watched a mammoth of a man sitting near the entrance. His features were mostly obscured by the shade of the gate he sat up against and a nearby tree-- but she could see well enough.

Quite savage, indeed. 

Her lips curled in horrified disgust as the man, garbed in armor that was unlike that of any knight she’d ever seen, tore into a hulking slab of raw meat. She took a step backwards, her eyes darting between the stranger and the entrance. Just when it seemed she was about to turn tail and walk in the opposite direction, Felicia quickly edged around the stranger as if he were surrounded by a force field that was at least ten feet in diameter. She then made a dash towards the gate. She was lighter on her feet than one would think. Hoping to elude the worryingly ravenous man, she slipped into the graveyard in almost complete silence—aside from the creaking of the gate as she shoved it open.