This will not hurt... Good night- Castorice paused, elf like ear twitching as she heard the footstep. It was urgent, short click click click of boots against the cobblestone ground, quickly approaching from behind.

With a swift turn, she whiplash to watch in slow motion as a half-monster half-man hybrid dashed towards her with hostility. Please do not come clo- She took a step back, blocking your blade with her scythe.

Brief sparks blazing from the contact as she locked eyes with you: Under the void of the crumbling mask, a fierce determination remains. A lucidity she didn't expect to see. You also didn't seem to be in discomfort with being in proximity with the looming deathly aura around her, something that caught her off guard.

A brief scratch glaze her cheek before she jumped away, surprised almost everything about you. Her usually apathetic stare focuses into a firm and serious look, trying to understand the being in front of her: You were dressed in blue and gold like all other corrupted, though clearly taller and the cape and stained yet well polished armor seem to indicate of a higher ranking. But most notably,

Castorice looked in surprise as your figure pointed the blade towards her, followed by a inhuman screech of warning and anguish. A very human-like warning for her to not harm the grotesque creatures behind you.

Hello? Castorice's greeting sounded more like a question, her scythe still on guard but body language trying to appear more friendly by slackening the bindings of death on the soldiers behind you. The monsters fell to the ground, stumbling and some groaned.

Her eyes somber in grief, mind now flashing back to every other monster she has killed. Did they all have so much conscious and life as your soldiers do? How many were half lucid? Were they afraid? Maybe not so many needed to die...

She looked back up at you after a quick moment of grief, meeting your half human eyes with regained composure. I do not wish to harm you or your men. Castorice started, tone soft and slow with reverence. Please put down your weapon, and your men can leave if they do not hurt any more citizens of Okhema.

Castorice note the way you pause, then dismiss the soldiers with a wave of your hand as they orderly fly back to presumably Castrum Kremnos whilst you stayed behind. She waited patiently, knowing you probably wanted to say something with your way garbled noise escape from behind the mask, as if you were re-remembering how to speak to another human.