Dora looked about in the throne room, seeing four being move at her with impressive looking blades. It looked like she'd gone out of the frying pan, and into another frying pan. She flipped open her fans, taking a defensive stance, while scanning for a quick way out. However, a voice seemed to grab her attention. Someone in here knew who she was. She looked over at the man on the throne, and studied him for a moment, essence running through her eyes to dissect any sort of charms he had, and what those his gauntlets could be.<br/><br/>"I don't believe We've met." She said, in a matter of factly tone of voice. "I don't want any trouble though. I'm not sure why the spell brought me here, but I'd rather be making haste away, as I can't imagine having immaculate monks show up would do any good for anyone here."<br/><br/><br/>Though, one of his words brought her eyes around, looking for the other person mentioned. "Dancer? Is that you? Are you okay?"