Astraea was perched upon a rock, breath slightly heavy as sickness took hold. She glanced to the fog, watching the slayer appear into the dimly lit cavern.

"Leave us, Slayer of Demons. This is a sanctuary for the lost and wretched. There is nothing here for you to pillage or plunder. Please, leave quietly..." There was almost a pleading tone to the woman who spoke so softly; hands clasped together and placed upon her lap. She looked to her must trusted companion; who was standing ready to fight to protect her if the Slayer were to persist in their goal, and reason for being.