Rowena Darkflame suddenly leaps and she holds her scythe. Her movement is elegant as she bows before she smiles softly and she lifts her head up. She sighs and she grips her scythe — Who dares trespass the Necro territory. What are your intentions, mortal? Perhaps... A taste of death would indulge you? Hehe. Apologies, leave now or experience the last moments of your miserable life, mortal.