Haunted Wood Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight

She'd debated going to the pit to check on her tempory pit-mate for some time and had now finally decided to do so. She approached, silent should she catch either of them trying to escape.
A form spilled out of the lip of the pit, uttering spanish.
Vanity didn't know Serem could speak spanish, but couldn't mistake her for Nakara.
Serem couldn't know Vanity knew why she was here.

"Serpiente," she stared, leaving the last of the shadows to the small clearing by the pit. She assessed the dark consort, lips pursed. "Tu hablas español." 
Her chin dipped, watching Serem closely. For all she knew, Serem had orders to kill, but took a liking or was waiting for a better time. She needed Nakara on her side more than ever, if that was the case. Especially if she was here to kill Serem.

Her fur bristled slightly, unsure of Serems status. Was she an assassin, or an asylum seeker from Nakara?
Either way, Vanity knew she could kick Serems ass if shit went her way.