When Thaor appeared and walked up behind her, Nerezza grinned. Having nearly squealed at his offer, she jumped excitedly and nodded. Her fingers were twitching, her heart pounding uncontrollably in her chest. She could feel it threatening to burst in anticipation, but she could barely see straight. Focusing, she looked back at him and said, "We should have realized that they would be too cowardly to face us head on. But, no matter, I will still see their blood tonight." She moved carefully to walk up the stairs, keeping her emeralds continuously moving through the shadows. She kept her body near Thaor's, for although she didn't mind doing this alone, she hated silence.
If there was one thing she feared above all else, it was the utter endlessness of a place without noise. It was simply maddening and one usually didn't need to mess with an already clinically insane woman. She was jumpy, her body shaking with eagerness as she ascended the steps, waiting for something to jump out at her. She was waiting for someone to fall into her web so that she could devour their strength and drain every ounce of life and blood out of them. She wanted that crimson liquid all across her. She needed it.