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Emeriss opened one of the doors to the tower and quietly walked in. It wasn't surprising that there wasn't any real light within the main hall. She took to one side of the room, opposite the base of the stairs and began to look around the new or most likely fairly old dark tower.

Emeriss tilted her head then turned partway to face the entrance and Nelo. "Oh nothing, I'm but an avid party goer here to see the sights. Something about this place reminds me of home. What brings you here?"

There's plenty of caves in the countryside if you're THAT starved for dark places. Emeriss raised an eyebrow. She turned and began to approach the stairs leading to the tower's top as she began to talk about the 'commotion', "That commotion is what ripped this and that other tower from the ground. I don't know how related it is to the former king and queen's little game, but none the less they are related events." As she started moving up step by step, she tapped the blade of her new found sword against the sides of them testing the acoustics of the room.

Nelo chukled, and said, "So old King Colm is playing hop-scotch and..." He looked up. "Wait... former?" He shrugged. "Ah, well. He lived a good death." Nelo looked up the stairs behind Emmeris, and saw a set of tiny eyes looking right at him. He smiled devilishly. "Seems that this tower was hiding a few rats."

The little girl frowned at the sword that swung before her as she looked up to meet Emeriss's eyes. In her own violet orbs there was a darkness that almost seemed to pull any in without warning. She blinked and looked away as if she had seen enough of the girl. Then she looked at Nelo, but quickly looked away for the second time. She was as easily distracted as she was curious. So she stepped out from where she had been hiding to skip over to the door that the two had entered from. She pointed at the door and then to the two strangers. As if asking if they had come from this one? She didn't wait for an answer, instead she walked over to a table and placed a foot in its shadow. Immediately she became one with the shadow and began to dance around the room as such. Very childish and not one for conversation.

Though brief, Emeriss had gotten a good look at the wispy child before she ran off. "It's a little kid, by basic appearance anyway." Emeriss knew not to trust the first glimpse of anything, after all she had a nasty habit of altering her appearance to remain more appealing to those around her. She wasn't particularly interested in what looked soulless whether it was true or not. Those sorts of creatures were less appetizing.

Taking a step off the banister, Emeriss formed and opened her wings briefly to glide toward the entrance and one of the seats nearby before sitting down and hiding her wings again. She rest her hands on the base of the sword handle and her chin on her hands to watch the little game of cat and mouse ensue between this vampire and the ghostly shadow child.

Nelo walked up to Emmeriss and the child, and gazed at the blade, as curious about it as the little girl. It was old, with strange runes inscribed on it, but was sharpened to a hair. He smiled greedily, as he had heard of blades like this being worth a fortune, but he thought better than trying to take it. Instead, he reached into the shadows again, and produced a blade roughly the same shape as the one Emeriss caried, but was comprised of the darkness itself in a solid form, and jet black like the sadows it came from. The child was deligted at this shadow trick as well, but Nelo shook his head. "This may look like the sword that woman holds, but it's only a sharpened edge of darkness, with no special powers, other than being made of shadow..." He released his grip on the hilt, and the sword dissolved back into whisps of shadow, and returned to the darkness.