Finally out of the tower, some of The Leilon...Some? made their own way such as Idris who rushed to aid Rhogar Merrygold or Pine who left to contemplate what had happened.
However Siax and Arya stopped as they spotted a familiar figure. The spectral Elven woman who had watched them enter the tower was standing once again at the hill next to the tower. This time, she unsheathed a sword, a wicked looking scimitar that looked like it had been forged jagged on purpose, and raised it above her head. A silent salute.
Siax cautiously took a step forward seeing that the figure hadn't vanished like before. He noticed that the figure appeared spectral but unlike Thalivar, there was a slight green tone instead of that harsh purple that surrounded the mage. She wore an odd outfit consisting of draping cloth with scale armor reinforcing it. Her sword was curved and ornate and she had ornate geometric tattoos upon her hands.
Arya took a good long look at the figure realising that her equipment did not match the towers style. In truth it seemed te figure may have stemmed from a hotter climate as everything she wore seemed to be made in a way that could deal with heat. Arya had seen people not exactly matching this style, but similar. Some travelling Elves, from the far south who it was said lived in a desert, a place called Elfharrow.
Siax spoke in hushed tones. "I heard your voice in the tower when the power alarm went off. Did you know of Thalivar, the elf that was protecting the tower?" The figure nodded and spoke, her voice fading in and out, as if she was far away one moment and close the next.
"Yes. Too many have died in there.I knew the mage only as you knew him. A crazed shadow."
Thinking back to his encounter with Aubrey Silverspun Siax remembered the painting in the mans shop. One of the paintings matched the figure in front of him. "So you know of Aubrey Silverspun? I saw a painting of you in his shop."
The figure seemed amused but only said one thing in response and then takes a half step back, her image fading slowly but surely.
"Clever".
"What's happening to you? How come you are in and out?" Siax pleaded.
"Stuck."
She answered as she completely fades away. No matter how much Siax searched he found no traces and no tracks.