<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1e/90790d3fc7c1595c9d2f0444e19b2939.jpg)</div>At the end of the second song the ifrit gives another solemn to Evening Glory, acknowledging their performance. With the third tune, she begins to move, a slow, almost stately performance .. the abruptly stops, turning her head to look away from the group, back to what you think is the direction you originally came in through.<br/><br/>She glances once at Evening Glory and then takes up her weapon once more.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Old Realm</div><div class="spoiler_body">"It would seem our contest is over, little dancer. I sense the riders on the storm .. they are pouring in through the entrance as we speak. Not many, only a hunting party, but enough that I fear you .. none of you .. will survive."</div></div>She looked over the group and gestured towards the alcoves surrounding the tomb.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Old Realm</div><div class="spoiler_body">"They will devour everything that you are, and laugh as they do so. To honour your challenge, I will allow you to take up what arms you want from here, and face them with a blade in your hand. It will delay the inevitable only breaths, but your courage may win you a better life next time."</div></div>