[ she scowls as he trails off, but begrudgingly lets him finish speaking. while he does, she scans over the area, finding the pathway that leads to him before stalking down it. ]

That's the point. [ his voice is picking up, at least. though maybe that's just her drawing closer. ] It's a diversion for fools who have nothing worth doing.

[ she turns the last corner, and finally she is plainly visible. her hair is shock white and unkempt, her skin violet; she wears a ragged cloth around her eyes, and purple sigils shine across the visible parts of her skin. most notable are the demonic traits she has come to possess - two ram's horns twisting out of her skull, hooves and digitigrade legs, a tuft of fur around her neck and shoulder - and the bone warblades hanging from her back. ]

And you are the lost one. [ she jerks her head back the way she came. ] Follow me.