Haunted Wood You make me wanna come thru

He was taken aback, surprised. A rouge would act it cool. Unless they were well trained; Nakara wasn't evidence of that. She was caught by a behemoth and a witch.
Vanity smiled, pressing her nose to his cheek and reaching to his ear.
"Good, or I'd have to kill you."
By speaking in the common tongue, any prying ears may catch the drift of their conversation. If they knew anything about why Nakara was here.
"Nakara is in the pit." Vanity confirmed, resting back. He might want to pay a visit, but it also warned him of a pit he really wouldn't like to fall into.

Her eyes lit up with the slipt second decision, and she pressed into a roll to flip him over so she'd end up on top. She grinned, hopefully triumphant. Even if she was not, she tried.