“My skills are getting rusty. Should I start by practicing with the bow, or quarterstaff?”
A low chuckle and chill in the air.
“Thats just what i liked to hear, you know, I much preferred this place when it was silent.” His shadow trails behind the other a low chuckle. “but I suppose you would get rusty, when you don’t have anything to defend. must have been fun, did you all have a nice vacation?”
His form shifts to the front slowly stepping out of the shadows that formed behind him. “boo. miss me?”
The tingle up her spine wasn't exactly fear. More like... loathing. Her hand curling around the staff, happy she'd grabbed one with gilded ends, gave each swing a little more heft. Lip curling in disgust.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed the temporary reprieve."
The words hard, and spoken through clenched teeth. She turned slightly, glaring at him over her shoulder.
"And what brings you her, Pitch? Do you have more teeth you'd like to donate, or did you just miss the throb my fist left in your jaw? I wonder how many days it hurt."