A Miqo'te woman steps onto the dock, pushing her ebony black bangs from her face and lets her emerald eyes fall upon the shadowy castle before the group. "Its as ominous as the aura is gives off," she says aloud, shuddering a bit from the dark magics pulsating off the keep. She sighs as she shrugs off the feeling and stretches her arms up, popping many joints in the process before coming to a rest. "Alright," Nysa says and claps her hands together, "who's busting down the door?"
