Wearing the Black Set that consisted in a black long dress with jet black ornamental plate around her neck and shoulders, a black iron helmet mask with white hair protruding on the back having a reminiscing form of a crow, and having the Darkdrift katana in it's scabbard on her left hip, and wielding the infamous Dark Hand on her left hand.

Yuria remained leaned against a pillar, reminiscing in the teachings of her former leader and master Kaathe, the Darkstalker and old master of the Darkwraith covenant, she began to recount the time's when she alongside her sisters prepared for this moment, the moment of the coming age of the lord of Hollow's, their dark lord...

But yet, Elfriede decided to take a different path, Yuria simply sighed, she knew her older sister's stubborn nature, but respected her decision's, let alone she alongside Liliane, kept the functions of the leaders of the sable church back in Londor, to keep the faith among the hollow pilgrims, the faith on there coming dark lord.

footsteps were heard, as Yuria tilted her head, she saw him, the candidate Yoel , the hollow she herself had granted a worthy death had spoken of..

After few moments, Yuria spoke.

"...Oh, prithee...art thou good Yoel's master? I am Yuria of Londor, a close friend of his. Thanks to thee, Yoel's soul is redeem'd. Allow me to express my gratitude, in his stead."

Yuria bowed her head to the ashen one, after that small gesture, she continued.

"Another matter." Yuria got off the wall she was leaning, crossing her arms.

"Thou'rt a Lord, art thou not?, bearer of the dark sigil, and our Lord of Hollows, for the time thou remain'st our Lord, we of Londor shall serve thee..."

Yuria tilted her masked head down.

"And I, of course, am also thine." She bowed slightly.