Laying in her solitude she was lost in her song and just relaxed in the warm waters. The young slave had no idea that anyone had entered her temporary sanctum. She moved her arms upward from the depths of the water to push her long dark locks back from her face. As she slowed her song she sighed quietly and then heard the voice as it broke through the silence and fog that surrounded the room. The voice was unknown to her, having heard many within the castle but somehow, not this one. She pressed her pale pink lips together and turned covering herself somewhat as she glanced around for the owner of the command. He sounded like a priest of some sort, maybe he was here to confirm her virginal status.<br/><br/>The waters rippled and splashed with her movements as she slipped to her feet. The dark haired female stood as nymph of a lake, surrounded and protected by the fogs that would cloud the mind's of men and still their hearts once they gazed upon her beauty. Abigail reached for her simple soft brown wool towel and draped it around her quickly as she stepped out of the water. Trying to remain quiet and vigilant in her movements she glanced around seeking out this Arkane priest that beckoned her forth.<br/><br/><strong>"Nay. I do not have the means to perform rituals, Holy Man. I am but a servant of Cormac now, nothing more. I only entertain."</strong><br/><br/>While chewing at her lower lip she stepped away from the tub area, with a cautious glance behind her and to each side. She tried to be stealthy and spot her intruder before he found her in the mists. Her footfalls while quiet left small footprints in her wake as she moved around the cold stone floored room. With a slight shiver over her body, she rubbed at her arms and tried to get closer toward the fire that heated the room, seeking its warmth and guidance in this unknown place.