"Care to explain why you suddenly grew quiet?' Mr. Valen thought, asking the Whisper Stalker a direct question.
After a brief moment, the Whisper Stalker responded, its voice grim. {I had to, I fear that if I had not gone quiet in time, we would both have been dead, nevertheless, we have company.}
'Yeah, I know,' Mr. Valen thought, looking towards a turn in the fleshy path, where the shady footsteps of a being could be seen approaching.
"Ohh and who might you be?" A melodious voice called out, its tone pleasant to one's ears.
Mr. Valen on the other hand did not think the same, as he was more focused on her form, a feeling of uncanny valley washing over him.
In front of him was a blush-ish crystal, like ice yet too steady. Her form was carved exquisitely down to the diner details of her robes, (a flowing dress that clicked softly as it moved, like shaderef glass).
