((Wow... I'm getting a total mind blank while trying to write this response))<br/><br/>The young Human woman listened to the Hyldnir Huntress silently as she spoke, her green eyes gazing around the cave intently, holding her torch high so as to spread more light around. The cave intrigued her scarred mind. Shaped by inhabitants who were no longer there.<i>So who occupies this mountain now?</i>she thought to herself.<i>I feel we shall find out soon enough...</i>The demon caught Diarah's attention when he moved away from her towards the Hyldnir, and she thought to herself,<i>Finally, the horrid little thing leaves me be in favour of another.</i><br/><br/>Diarah felt an odd detached feeling as the party moved forward, gazing around at each of them in turn; surveying their potential usefulness. The demon was a pest, but it could prove to be useful in a fight, as she had seen with the void beast. The Paladin also had proven her usefulness, however the Undead girl and the woman that insisted on carrying her everywhere seemed good for little, from what she had seen. However, it was possible they would prove to be good fodder in a battle, and their souls would always be useful if they were sure to die. The Hyldnir, well, she was a different matter. The scarred woman had seen very little of Vrykul and so did not know their combat potential, however she was the only one to return from this cave the last time. Due to the sacrifice of her fellow Hunters, of course. But still, that gave Diarah no true assessment of her capabilities.<br/><br/>The young woman was pulled from her thoughts when they came across the corpses on the ground of the cave, and with an intense curiosity she knelt down to inspect them. She listened to the woman Katrina's words, replying "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">If they fought and killed each other, it is possible one was the victor and lived to tell the tale. I would like to hear that tale...</span>" The way in which her last words were spoken hinted at something slightly sinister. When she looked up she noticed others surrounding something further ahead and decided to go investigate.<br/><br/>As Diarah's eyes fell upon the symbol, a feeling began to build within her. The presence at the back of her skull began to seethe with hatred and fury, and like a tidal wave crashing on to land  it swept her up in it, and soon she felt her very being shaking with rage. She despised this symbol, and it's owner too. She instinctively knew that the owner of this symbol was a hated enemy, but who that owner was, she knew not. A hint of the rage and hatred coursing through Diarah showed on her face for an instant, but it was gone so quickly that any watching would undoubtedly assume it was nothing more than their imagination. Or rather, she hoped they would.<br/><br/>An almost overpowering urge to burn the symbol in fiery shadows overtook the young Diarah, however she managed not to act on this urge and instead said "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Come, we should continue on.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>