[Athilea Majiri]

She sighed as she noticed the figure approaching her. Whoever it was would, apparently, not allow her to relax in peace. It did not matter though. Cithien turned her full attention to him, even giving him a frown, "Whoever you are, you may as well show yourself. You've come this far, there is no sense in hiding your identity."

Something about the figure was familiar, but she couldn't place it. The cloak, the build beneath it. It was almost as though she had seen him in her dreams. She immediately dismissed the thought though as she waited for him to comply. She made no move for a weapon, but simply remained sitting in the same position she had been in before he approached her.