•ᕗ❈ᕙ• Slowly, the necromancer turned on her heel and gave a glance towards the one close behind. Had they purpose or just chance it mattered none. Attention had been drawn as did her smile, though subtle as it was. A hand sat firmly upon a canted him as the amaranthine tiers examined. Clad so heavily in armor seemed ill suited to a lady of that form, but she said none of it for the time being. Though Liliana wondered if it was hot underneath it all. It wasn't too uncommon that the witch heard those ever so "valiant" knights whine of its weight and lack of comfort.
--Perhaps she would pay the other a conversation. It was not as if she was too busy. One had to treat themselves to simple pleasures. The smile grew for a moment's time. "Isn't what you are wearing ill suited for " what is around here?" A simple question asked in hopes of pulling more from the auburn haired lass. Truly the Planeswaker was curious.
