Indeed, you can see several of them start at your words, and look around nervously, their hands clutching knives and clubs. They're spread on a rough semi circle, focused on a young woman with her back to a wall. She doesn't look overly happy at the prospect of a strange voice in the dark either, but she has nowhere to go.<br/><br/>One of the men steps out from the pack, gesturing angrily with a knife. "Away with you, whoever, or whatever you are. If you're not a spirit we'll make one of you."