The magic in the air was so thick that one could cut it with a sword. It was probably the Elf blood that ran in her that reacted to the magic, although Helze was certain she couldn't perform any tricks of her own that involved the mystic. A circle of important-looking spellcasters sat before them, and what a strange set they were, especially with one that almost looked like an Undead being.
Her eye fell upon the one wearing wolf pelts, and a frown crossed her face. Did he kill them solely to wear them? It was cold here, yes, but not so much inside as it was outside. The ranger wondered how her wolf companion was, wandering out on the outskirts of Nevermore, out in the frigid cold.
Also, the Ten Divines? That was new, that was something she hadn't heard of. Although magic was something not in her area of expertise, she kept her ears alert for this new information.