[i]"Very well."[/i] The human woman remarked before reaching out for the fine metal bell not far from her grasp and its faint ring summoned the younger woman from nowhere quite abruptly to her side. Beneath the archway, golden bell returned to its resting place, the arcanist carried on in formal conversation, but little of it drew the monstrous half beast's attention aside from those most obvious and what was worthy of note.

Sakaala was not fond of the notion of these abjurant wards Lady Genevieve was referring to, but the warrior-mage was less concerned about their actual existence and more so that that they would even be deemed a necessity as it was so inferred; nothing that liberal dispel magic could not overcome with sheer force and time, something of which the beastly woman could perform through sheer force of self and person. All the same, it did not sit well in heart or spirit.

Watching at first as the lady of the manor withdrew, this time beckoning the halfling woman to her, the enormity of the leonine form turned lightly, watching then the youngest member, this "Knight of Edessa", as he carried himself too and with the maid as she awaited the rest of the company; her hands characteristically folded behind her back. Looking back once more to the woman that was their host from over her shoulder, the Huntress' blind eye provided a cold stare and the flick of an ear accompanied it with subtle and inhuman body language. It was the sort of message that conveyed underlying distrust, but it was short lived, for she carried on after, allowing herself to be led to her quarters.

The moment the door shut behind her, the room seemingly to herself and the sound of footfall disappearing, she produced a long sigh. Both eyes clenched for a moment, her jowls curved lightly at the upper lip in a grimace; the expression revealed her long, pearly fangs, some of which bore faint marring of days long past. No more than another moment later and having shaken off whatever ill memory fell upon her, she seemed to relax and utter a growly incantation - eyes still tightly closed, turning emotion into fuel to stoke the flames of power that naturally resided within her.

"Deh'a Ahalak." Her voice willed foreign magic into existence and a faint illumination calmly burnt from within her stare, shielded only by the lids of her eyes while the utterance itself was a forgotten tongue.

Preparing to open them and see what magic filled the environment around her in the stately domain, she knew she might not be fond of what she would find, which may very well all be a trap. Instinctively, her left hand motioned toward the bound hilt of the large elven blade which hung across her back where then each of her padded, powerful fingers then rested upon it. The right arm however, remained motionless and still. Exhaling once more, the former hunter of men allowed her eyes to gaze upon the environment around her and take in whatever magic might visibly linger in her sight, prepared if need be for conflict. This time however, she would be able to see what effects existed within the environment.

Then again, this sort of behavior was not out of the ordinary for one who had been captured before.

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