That wasn't there before

Lia was moving about the communal space. Adding wood to the blazing fire pit, before she moved down into the caller and grabbed out the things she would need for her Mistress’s dinner. Ensuring the seal of the celler was tightly closed once she was done. The Warlord was very peculiar about that.

As she lifted up the supplies, she noticed a wolf examining the obelisk. His eyes danced to the soundless tunes of the pulsating lights. Oh dear she thought, dropping her bundle. She didn’t recognise the wolf but she felt duty bound to help him. “My Lord, excuse me! Sir! Please!” she called out as she hurried over.

She eyed the crystal with fear and dislike, before wiggling herself in between them and the stranger. “Sir, I wouldn’t do that if I were you” she cautioned, before lowering her head submissively. He may very well take offense to her interfering.