She smiled softly as she looked at the deathknight, though something about the woman's attitude bothered her. She could see thoughts going trough her mind, the mirror of her eyes telling a bothersome tale she just couldn't put her finger on it. She was even considering to use her powers to have a look before realising that the will of forsaken would be troublesome, and preventing her from any investigation. Clenching her fists she walked by a rather tattered clothed vendor, a rinkling noise from underneath his coats betrayed his goods. A smile spread over her face as she turned around, only to suddenly bump into the rogue that was following her just a few feet away. The closeness of his body, made her feel the leather straps and glass vials pressing against her thin cloth robes. She stuttered and faced away, only a few inches from his face, to step aside and stop the vendor from getting out of reach.<br/><br/>Undead couldn't blush, but her startled look, and insecure posture gave the same knowledge away as a flustered cheek would. She placed her hand on the tall-looking undead, only to be looked upon with the dirtiest glare the man could give her.<br/>"Get your filthy holy claws of my clothes, woman" He snapped at her, swiftly moving one of his hands underneath his tattered cloak, only to show the bright shine of a swiftly moving dagger towards her throat.<i>How how could she have forgotten that she shouldn't touch anyone...</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>