She turned her head as the elf walked away, seeing him pass as the men moved over to the side, all of their eyes gazing upon him in an eery manner. Still staying where she was, she turned around and called back to him, seeing his back faced toward her as he walked. "We have heard some strange noises," she lied. "I believe at this time of evening the chimeras come out from hiding." She held her ground, still standing aside from her men as she waited for him to turn around, hoping to hear more. Although, she knew that he was probably going to continue to walk anyway. "I am worried for your safety," she said with concern, although it masked her true intentions. This one... that build, if he was confident enough to defeat the creature, perhaps he could be of use to her. She did not know how strong the man could be, but now as he saw them, the future news of her rival's death might make him suspicious. She could not let him tell the authorities that she had been on this path with her men. Perhaps it was already a losing game for him anyway.

He was outnumbered, and as her determination fixed on him, the guards behind her grew restless. Although they remained behind her, it was evident that they wished to give in to their dark desires more, however as she could provide the corruption, they would do so only when she ordered them to. They enjoyed it, they relished the fact. She could tell that many of them had hatred and anger from the beginning, now lost away within the blindness of their rage. It made them more subservient to her, the ones that desired to be lost to their corruption. It was like all of their darker emotions were forced out into their exterior, and most raptured the fact. But only she could provide it to them. If they killed her the power would cease to be, and they would no longer relish in that joy.

Siofra also wished to hear the man deny her false worry. It would give more insight to who, and what, he was. Was he a guard that protected the city? Did he have a high moral standing? Or was he ignorant, selfish, angry? From the looks of it she could tell by the way he brushed her off he held negative emotions. Indeed, it would be easier to corrupt him, she thought.

Of course, the disbelief and anger in his words pleased her greatly. She could feel the over confidence in the man, knowing that whatever he was, he may be of use to her after all. Her rival was a formidable opponent indeed, Siofra could use another help in defeating them. After all, they were alone in the woods, no one would miss the man she assumed. Just like all the others. The mercenaries behind her continued to shift uncomfortably, like a lion wanting out of its cage. They wanted to lash out at the man, for they had emotions so great that they wanted to release them, the only thing standing in their way was the petite woman. He would make a nice addition to the other men, she thought. Although she hoped that he may prove to be more of use. Perhaps stronger. She did not know, but she guessed that he may even be stronger than the mercenaries. He ventured alone, and they did not, which was something that showed more to her. Perhaps it was the fact that she was dying to corrupt another person, to show the world what evil really lay within all of its people. She just had an itch to spread the darkness of the spirit, even if it meant sparing her energy. Though she did not need much of it after all, since their emotions were so great they would do most of the dirty work for her.

Taking a gentle step forward, the almoner looked at him sweetly, stopping close before him. She smiled, and her eyes ever looking so warm. Siofra placed a delicate hand on his arm in reassurance, standing beside him. "Just looking out for a fellow elf," she said. But at that moment, she could feel the corruption beginning to spread from her palm and into the man. It was something unseen, as if were a normal touch. However, if one could look into spirits perhaps they would describe it as darkening. Or maybe just all the evil thoughts, hatred, anger, vengeance, lust, greed, beginning to spread throughout. Afterwards her eyes lit up in excitement, delightfully taking a few steps back to see if the corruption had taken its effect on him or not. He might try to fight it, but it would be only time before he would eventually succumb. She didn't know how long it would take, but either way she would enjoy seeing him fight against himself or just let the darkness consume him. People were such despicable creatures, they would not be able to give up their inner desires, not for long.

Well this was coming along rather nicely. She took a few slight steps back to avoid herself to be consumed by the flames, however her smirk matched his own. Siofra was highly confident that he would not dare to lay a hand on her, although she merely stood back in case if her dress caught onto a stray flame. She had no idea about his fire magic, but was not surprised. Indeed, all elves had elemental magic. The one that stood in front of her was no different. She did not answer his first question, for she knew that it would fade in his mind in time. She contained a laugh when he asked the second question. Seeing him look down upon her as he stood dangerously close was actually quite satisfying to her. She matched his gaze as she looked back up at him although hers was out of confidence, delight that her powers had taken their effect upon him. The little elf smiled. "Indeed, I am the ruler of the world. This is my domain. I own everything, including you," she spoke, knowing that as she did her magic would continue to spread within him. "Everything shall be corrupted. Isn't this what you desire? Don't you feel good, just, letting it all out?" with graceful movements, she took delicate footsteps as she paced around the man, her eyes not taken off of him. She looked him up and down as she walked, seeing the fire flare out from his palms that made her impressed.

"The whole world shall fall under my fingertips. You hurt me, all of this. All of the good feelings will be gone," she warned, although she continued to smile as she did so, appearing back in front of him with the continued smile on her face. "I wonder, what has caused you to be so... angry," she then said. "Don't worry, you can tell me. Tell me anything you like. No one will judge you. No one will think you are a monster. You are welcome with us." This usually tugged on their strings, she knew. They always had some sort of sad past that she could take advantage of. Isolation. Devastation. All of it was so familiar. It was like a pattern that happened across the many people that she had corrupted. "You don't have anyone other than me. No one wants to see what you have become. But us, we will accept you. Only I can understand you. You can feel your emotions spread, can you? You can let them all out, eventually." The men in the back were about to attack the man, however once they seemed to recognize that he was beginning to be on their side they seemed to settle. They stood still, and some even smiled. Siofra then turned around to face them, skipping as she turned back to where Rook was, inviting him along in her dance-like movements.

"Up ahead, that is where you can make all the fire you want. Let out all of your emotions. Your hatred, anger. Tell me, was it something that someone said that upset you? They are up ahead. They are waiting for you. Waiting for you to take them down. They deserve to be burnt by your hands. They hurt you after all," she said sadly, sympathetically, knowingly. "They are allied with this woman. She has done many wrong doings, influencing others that are far below her to do her dirty work. You don't know how capable she is. Even the most common of peasants, to the highest positions such as the Lore Keeper. She has many connections, all throughout the lands. They are all subservient of her. Who knows, if the ones that hurt you are allied with her, then you shall be destroying them as well," she spoke, her smirk growing widely as she spewed her lies. "She will have high defenses. All of her soldiers, they need to be burnt down. We need you," she then swayed her head ever so sweetly, looking up at him as if he were their only hope.

"If you want, I can spread more darkness within you. It looks like you want more," she said. It was addictive, like a drug. She all knew that it was like a high that they wanted to lose themselves in. "But come along now, the destruction cannot wait," she called, and if he indeed wished for more, she would offer another hand to place upon him. The darkness would spread further, causing more evil to take place. That, and the effects would last longer. It would be good then, as with sometimes the corruption of one touch was not enough for those with strong wills. A second one would let them sink in more into the darkness, making them more numb to everything but their dark emotions.