The ominous way he added in the ”I think,” drew her eyes to the entrance of the place, golden orbs prying the horizon for any sign of malcontents arriving to beat on their doorstep, an ear still held tightly on the source of Deodat’s vocals. She quickly returns her gaze, however, when he speaks of being afraid. Raising her crown slightly, her sights narrow at such a notion – the soldier was not the sort to be easily frightened, more likely the one to charge in and kill without a second thought, if their conversations prior could allude to such things.

The description of the thing was definitely magical and haunting. She listens closely for any details that might reveal what it is, digging through her brain for any historical references that might tell of the devil that haunts the Marsh, but there are no such stories that she knows. Her frown is deep and ponderous on her face as she stares blankly at the ending of Deodat’s words, only a nod given in respect for his swift action, golden eyes holding a twinkle of appreciation in the darkness of their worry.

She too ponders if it might be used to their benefit, but does not entertain the idea long; if it is in the Marsh and reeks of death, then it has to do with the dead who lie in it’s murky depths. And the dead, for all intensive purposes, only serve the necromancer who has brought them back into the realm of living.

It makes her skin crawl, just the thought of it.

Helovia had old stories, ancient ones, pertaining to such wicked magicians and their ability to craft mindless slaves from the empty bodies of the deceased, as she was sure any area who held as much magical prominence as Loorien would. It was in mortal nature to be evil and vile in face of the goodness, she and her kin were excellent examples – but they did not raise the dead, they only made them. They did not commit such sins in the face of nature and Gods as to bring back what has been taken by the waters of life.

Deimos mirrors her thoughts aloud, asking if there were any near by who may have created the thing as well as thanking the soldier for his swift action. It does not surprise her that the bringer of death understands what this may be; perhaps he would insult the natural order of life with such perversions if he could, or has encountered the tales of their being also. She does not know, nor does she really care. She has decided that she will worry no more on her fellow leader.

She will simply wait and watch the cards fall into place.

She nods in agreement that fortifications should be put into order, though she and Ulrik have already begun on such things. Her smile is wry and knowing as she looks to the gleaming statue that stands near the gate, the hollow creature that will soon guard them with its false body. ”Deodat, gather the soldiers and let them know they are ordered to keep patrols more tightly in the pass as well as around the gateway into the Basin," she begins, letting her eyes fall back onto the painted stallion and attempting to keep the worry from creeping back onto her face now that the smug little smile is faded from her lips.

"Lord Deimos," the Lady moves slightly to allow herself to look upon the disdainful beast more fully, though her rancor with him does not bleed onto her face – it only adds an icy ring to her normally silken voice, "Ulrik and I have begun work on sentinel statues. I would like your assistance in gathering units to collect metal and gemstones for their completion. I believe we will also need a cave in which to hide the children and those not suited for battle, should this… darkness find us this far north." She pauses, a slight pout added to her lips. "Perhaps we should also set about to trying to discover precisely what it is out there."

Whether or not he’ll help, she does not care. She returns her eyes to the soldier who has brought them the notice of the necromancy in the Marsh, a warm smile finding her face now that she has detailed what she feels necessary to prepare them for the assault of the unknown. "Rest for a while, of course. You have come a long way far too quickly to be expedient in such tasks immediately. I thank you for your swift action; may it provide us enough time to adequately prepare."

Illynx