The follower she can't detect which scares her the most.
She feels your eyes burrowing into her darkened soul.
Who or what you are escapes her.
She awaits for you to appear to her.
The darkened shadows show you figure but hide your face.
The blackened cloak and dark hat as if an inspector of old.
You can come to her she wishes you no harm.
The seer you have blinded is unsure but sure.
On guard trying to block your stares.
There is nothing to see.
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