Deepwood Weald The Mines Of Moira

Moira could just barely see them. Till they came out, through the mist around. The sight of them immediately told her they were a fighter. That they had come out on top in many fights...or otherwise they would not be here, now would they? 

"Disturbing me, no...not at-" She paused, as her eyes glanced over his. They seemed so...familiar. Fearfully familiar. Yet it also tugged at her heart to see eyes like those again. "Not at all" she finished, trying to get back to her normal self.