The girl continued to watch the man with curious, almost unblinking eyes as he reacted and moved around in his strange fashion. When he started to circle the platform she turned her head as far as she could, though found herself almost losing her balance, not to mention figuring out that she was unable to turn her head all that way. So she turned the other way, surely he would be on the other side soon if he kept going around, right? She caught glimpse of him again, the way her hair fell, it left only one red eye observing him as it gleamed with curiosity.

But then he spoke again, he asked her things and she found herself repeating after him,
"Who I am..? What?" Curious, she hadn't considered that, what was she? Who was she? She hadn't asked herself that question yet to know it, "That was dumb? What was dumb?" She pondered, cocking her head the other way, "Your name is Adrie..? What is mine?" She asked that aloud, still seeming quite oblivious as she thought about it, even frowning a little as she considered it.

Did she have a name? Did she have a.. What..? What was she? She wiggled her fingers in front of herself, then reached up to pat at her hair. Naturally she had yet to answer any of his questions as she pondered them herself. She let off confused hums and mmms as she considered it, before she smiled confidently at him, raising a finger and declaring her conclusion rather proudly,
"I dont know!" The girl dropped her hand to her knees along with her other one as she leaned forward, looking at Adrie closer, "Do you know my name? Do you know what I am?" She asked, though her attention seemed to refocus as the room around them seemed to change again, the walls, once solid, shifted a little and writing began to appear on the surface, glowing faintly, but finely, as if something or some-one had written in pure light. The writing was fairly ancient, but discernible to any hunter that may have studied such ancient languages, after all they were often the key to entering some of the worlds most ancient tombs and crypts. Though an ominous message was inscribed;

Speak not the name. Seek not the grave. It is an end to all things. It will carve across humanity and erase them from the world. Seek not that one, to disturb it will be to welcome the ill fate of oblivion. Awaken not the darkness that sleeps.

And below this a further message was coming to life;

The Legacy of the King slumbers in the hearts of Men. But only his Legacy may wield the light. His is the touch that will decide its form. His golden will shall be the way forward, his boundless strength shall guide the light and become the nexus the world turns upon.