'Elaine Spade, The Silent Lady,' Garonn repeated to himself deep in thoughts. The glow of Yahal's mark still kept his mind moving at a hundred miles per hour. Although his flashback and mad ravings had come to an end, now paranoia took over. He tried to over analyze all of the ghost's words, '...she hates humans -- what does that truly mean..." The Skeptic didn't know what to think, but he would always think she was lieing until she proved him elsewise.
Standing up he slowly walked to the window and looked out. The skeptic akalak felt creepy being so close to a ghost. He couldn't decide how to respond to her. He felt that any word he said would send her into a fury, but he had no reason to lie. He wouldn't tell her much through, but he had to say something; her voice was fast and pressingly deadly. Garonn could not predict this ghost's actions or words.
Swiftly turning back to Elaine, the Knight stared at her in the eyes, "I am an warrior born and raised in Riverfall," he raised a hand to his scared face and touched it, "Murdock did this to me. He nearly killed me with foul magicks, but Rhysol saved my body though he will not heal my mind,"
Next it was time to test Elaine. Walking back to his sword he picked it up in a non-threatening way, "I am going to be frank with you Elaine. I am not here to play games. What do you want with me? If you plan to kill me, give me the respect to at least draw a sword -- for I plan to die how I lived: in the flash of a blade," His Yahal gnosis seemed to burn a little more brightly in his palm.
At this moment he had a weird moment of deja vu, but he couldn't explain it.