Dawn breaks over the pale blade
"Step away from that alter you stupid hairball!"
She was too late, he had reached out and she could see the translucent form of the spirit rising from the mist.
"Damn Khajiit, should have listened to me..."
She drew her own blade and continued to charge the length of the small glade. Raising her weapon to her side she prepared to strike just as the ghost shrieked in anger at being disturbed by this unknown being.
"This is going to be interesting..."