The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as the thief saw the mysterious robed man. He was like a shadowy, indistinct figure in a nightmare, but you couldn't wake up from him. The small thief hung back, keeping Kievan between them.
<"Stygia."> She replied. A priest of Set had found himself short several cut jewels and she had even made off with several potions of an unknown lotus juice.