Elizabeth's response was immediate, as if she were always prepared for this to happen, she opened her book to the centerfold as it emmited a brilliant glow, the handle of a short sword appearing from the pages that she took with her other hand. In one step she drew the sword and closed the distance between herself and the source of the voice, her sudden momentum causing her cloak to fall away.<br/><br/>Rumors of her beauty did not give her enough credit. Even though it was clear that she was not taking proper care of herself for someone in her position, judging by the unhealthy pallor of her skin and the state of her unkept hair, it did not take away anything more than what someone would assume her class to be. Her hair was a long crimson stream that almost reached the small of her back in length, mismatched eyes of blue and silver filled with anger and fear turning to face the owner of the voice that she was so rudely turning her blade to. She was far too skinny, clearly only feeding herself just enough to not starve for all of the wealth she possessed. What events could have brought someone from the proud Vivus to such a point?<br/><br/>When her blade was right at the throat of the intruder, she stopped short and gave a short, simple command. "Leave."