[ Kieran is far from unarmed themself, with a shield slung across their back and a sword that looks like it was crudely carved from some sort of onyx crystal at their hip. They don't reach for either at the moment and simply watch the stranger with a keen, green-eyed gaze.

The tension in the air is palpable. Enough that some of the wisps floating around the vicinity shudder and depart. ]

I don't know what any that means. [ Magla? Euchronia? If only they'd brought Emmrich or Bellara along instead. "Magla" sure sounds... magey. ] I'm sorry.

You're in Nevarra. In the Grand Necropolis.

[ Their gaze flicks the blood staining robes that used to be white. ]

If you're hurt, we can get you to a healer.