The voice booming through the house sent a shiver up Arianna's spine. She knew that voice, a thousand life times could pass and she would know that voice. She turned back to the door and smirked a little. She had to think about how she would respond to this threat on her in her own home. She leaned against the bedroom window leg against the wall. "Owner aye? I heard she was a beautiful woman, or at least tell tales of the town, you don't sound like a woman to me sir." she had replied a humor to her voice she hadn't experienced in herself in years. She fought to keep still instead of jolting out in her excitement.

She didn't leave the room, peeking from the other side through the slightly ajar door on the other side to see if he had reached a point in the kitchen in which she could see him. The outfit she wore clung to her, not leaving too much to imagination, but was still partially covered by the cloak in which she wore, a very ornate cloak she had received long ago from someone she had held so dear.