Kalati jumped to her feet and nearly struck the one called Fate. Nearly, but not quite. Taking a few steps back in an effort to calm down, she kept eye contact with him. On impulse, her ratty shirt and torn jeans faded into her armor of amythist and silver. Her blue violet eyes looked at him suspiciously.<br/><br/>"Well, seeing as you are a Spectarial Soul, I see no harm from you. I am Kalati, delighted to meet you," she spoke rather evenly despite her frayed nerves. So, there is a Soul-stealer, a Soul-saver, and at least one Spectrarial Soul in this city. Great, just great.