Romina was resting within her blighted church; rebuilt from after Messmer's crusade. She was reaching out towards a growth of Scarlet Rot to feel its silky deadly petals. However, a noise caused her to pause as the head of the centipede head perked up. Romina first dismissed the sounds until they grew closer, and she turned to gaze upon in their direction. "...?" She cautiously grabbed her poleblade and made her approach; the many feet of her half centipede form making little clicks along the ground.