Nearos was correct. Freya had watched their little lover quarrel and stood their looking back at the duo with a single white brow arched high. She almost seemed interested in what they spoke about but in actuality she had lost curiosity in their squabble long before Nearos returned his gaze back to her. Lashes failed to flutter until she plucked herself out of her own thoughts remembering he had introduced himself. Despite what they might have thought, she was not rude and smile formed as she casted that gaze back onto both men. Head inclined as she noted how angry the little dwarf was and he was the first to be approached by the Lich.<br/><br/>“<b>Hello Heinrich. You seem to be at a loss without your sweet weapon at your side. Perhaps I can help you with that. Here an offering, out of good faith and trust. </b>“<br/><br/>Slender shell bent a little to his height as hands upturned in his direction. Thickened mist formed over them and took shape in the form of his sweet Elga, which now was presented to him. Had the Lich gone mad? Did she not sense they were here to do one of two things, eradicate or capture? Did she really care? One thing the two needed to know was that this was<b>her</b>lands. The earth, the trees and everything in between pulsated with the very same magic that slithered through those blackened veins of hers. When Heinrich took back claim over his axe, form straightened again and pale ocean colored eyes laid back on the one that called himself, Nearos.<br/><br/>“<b>Pleasure to meet you both. I’m Freya.</b>“ She didn't need to give them her last name, right? Its not like they were writing a book on her or anything.<br/><br/>For the first time a smile splayed along angelic features as she looked at the man for several seconds. In this moment she calculated his movements, speed, dexterity and of course the magic that dwelled inside of him. It showed itself like a fiery beacon to her and mental note that this was no ordinary mortal was taken. His words got a slight chuckle out of her before she turned her back to both men and continued entering the entrance of the vast estate.<br/><br/>Fingers motioned for the two to follow as she led the way through the marbled hallway. The castle grounds looked dilapidated and seemed at any moment the walls could come crashing down on them but that was just the façade of the spell she had on the whole estate. Patrons often passed this place by because of the appearance which made her home a little more tolerable. Especially when she was working. Just as they were about to walk into another room she paused at the opening, hand gestured for the guest to enter first as she spoke up.<br/><br/>“<b>Will you walk into my parlor?</b>” said the<i>spider</i>to the<i>flies</i>.<br/><br/>“<b>I’m sure you both are weary and would like to take a load off before we both begin with our brain picking questions.</b>” Smile never faltered from features as she waited for the men to enter her parlor and once they did the glamour that was casted on the castle grounds seemed to melt before their very eyes. Such a hospitable host for being one of the marked and horrid undead. From first encounter to now it was almost as Freya had flipped her bipolar switch. Was it all a ploy? Did she have other intentions as they did? Would their paranoia get the best of them? The answer to<b>all</b>these questions was a<i>yes</i>! But only time would tell what she had instore for the magic wielder and his dwarven companion.