Whispers of the Ancients

"You, I know you," Sintija stared a hole into Vladamirs as they all gathered in the treasure chamber. She impatiently paced at a firing distance from the stranger. Her bow lowered but its use now far from her mind. 

Vladamirs left his hood lowered, appraising the elf curiously. "How?" He wondered, trying to recall. "I've run from many templar hunting parties but you... l would remember if I saw one such as you." 

Somerthing about the stranger made Sintija uneasy, Markos didn't understand just yet but it was a sign to listen to what he had to say but not to wholly trust him. Caelyn kept himself between Vladamirs and Ilianna, and Markos took it as a sign to keep him away from Sintija as well. 

Sintija sharply exhaled. "Hurry to your task." She snapped. "Graverobber." Markos couldn't remember the last time he saw the woman so agitated.