Sounds of nails scraping against the stone floor of the caves had the Pariah halting in her tracks. Red eyes met those of the other dark wraith and she froze. In the shadows, she was not scared, she was becoming one with Grotto and the rocks that cloaked her. Her nose twitched to give her what information it could about this stranger who regarded her with interest. She leaned her head only slightly away as Grimoire approached, unsure of the proximity. But a promise of secrets. Secrets were the thing she knew she could take, she could keep, and none would be the less because of it. The other shadow slipped away, the Pariah followed silently in her wake.

The clearing was larger than most she would have been comfortable with, but the minimal light suited her fine. She did not need to see to hear. Being one of the first, she moved along the outside wall, a bloody extension of the stones themselves, shifting to be one with the walls again. Her scent washed and masked by the grotto she blended into a nook that fit her body as well as any. She curled up apart from the center, on the outskirts looking in. A silence came over her as her curiosity consumed her. Curling tight into a ball, she let the shadows distort her features. Once she had been lost in a rockslide, now she was a rock by a wall, indistinguishable from the sights and scents around her. To the world she was nothing, an outcast, watching the world work around her.