Arrow Lake haunting equals attachment

So he does speak. 
Nyra swished her tail a few times and looked around for a moment. 
His companion wasn't here. But they must've been close by, somewhere. 
"Suit yourself." She shrugged lightly, starting to turn around "If you and your companion ever want to train for combat however, come find me." Nyra said over her shoulder. Casually, the Grandmaster approached the corpse of Praimfaya, rotting and mostly unrecognizable. 
The woman was battered when Nyra saw her last, and absentmindedly she wondered if the former warrior died of her wounds, or was killed.