Looking at the ruined fortress in front of her, Sif began to worry. She had heard rumors that the citizens of this city had been ‘ghost hunting’ here. The building was too small for Sif to be able to explore in her usual form, but as she was, she felt obligated to make sure the spirits here were not of a dark nature and carried no ill intent. It was her job as a knight, after all.
Speaking of which... Sif took in the small human in front of her. She appeared thin and pale. Delicate. The human reminded her very much of the Princess Dusk she had once rescued, only even smaller. The strange, baggy clothes she was wearing only multiplied the effect. Sif did not usually take a personal interest in a human, but seeing such a small one headed into a potentially dangerous area brought out something protective in her.
“My Lady,” Sif spoke gently as she approached the human. Now that she was closer, she can see the poor thing must have been afflicted with some type of curse to have a third eye outside of her body complete with external veins. Sif thought that the curse must be what caused the little one to have such a sickly appearance, but since she is no healer it would be useless to bring up.
“I can not help but notice thou art about to delve into yond fortress... I did wish to warn thee, in mine own experience, spirits can beest quite ornery.” To Sif, the words ‘ghosts’ and ‘spirits’ conjured up images from her own world of specters with scythes for hands that dragged you close and drained your essence.
“It seemeth to me most people art exploring in pairs, yet thee seemeth to beest alone. Would thee do this knight the great honor of being thy escort, fair maiden?” Sif held out her hand, offering it to the Lady. “I am named Sif. What shalt I call thee?” She did not add her full title of ‘The Great Grey Wolf,’ thinking it would only cause the human undue distress.
