Ghost leaped back a few feet away from the growing crowd. She knew they were no muscle bound idiots. Eon was a high ranking knight, Tali a small time hero and werewolf and Xaron a incredibly powerful lorekeeper of this land. She surely would be out-matched and out-skilled without the sufficient backing to hold her own. And if looks could kill, she would be very much dead from the bloodlust that Eon felt.
''Unfortunately for you, there is nowhere to run or to hide here. So I will gladly accept your offer, kitty-cat.''
Yet before he could strike, Xaron lowered his unsheathed sword, ''Just a second, Eon. Ghost, if I may ask one more thing; how long exactly have you been in this world?''
"Long enough to know that I've outstayed my welcome. Farewell my friends. May your path lead you to warm sands." Ghost whispered silently and disappeared in a flash, leaving them standing there with no answers to their ailing questions.