[Cyrus Marius]

Karvaaka was free of her sheath the moment the spears started flying, an instinctual move by the young legionnaire in the face of danger or the unknown. The eldritch illumination eminating from within the crystalline steel blade illuminated the room brighter than the single, sputtering candle flame, and Cyrus watched in silence as the fallen spears suddenly, impossibly, began to rise of their own accord and return to their rack. The soldier's cobalt eye blinked for a moment, and he edged around the small room slightly, so that he was better facing the rack as the last spear returned to place.

This would prove to be an unwise move however, as suddenly the last spear lowered it's steel tip and pointed itself directly at Cyrus' chest. The legionnaire's eyebrows shot up and Karvaaka's tip flicked in the air, ready to meet the weapon, but it only remained poised in the air before him. The soldier was in a defensive position, unsure of how to proceed against an unseen foe, his every sense working over time to make some sense of what was occuring in his chambers. Suddenly however, a voice called out from atop the spear rack, and Cyrus' sapphire gaze flew to the diminutive figure of a gnome that stood amongst the standing spears.

The soldier's mouth almost went slack with surprise, and a laugh immediately threatened to burst from his throat. The creature was laughably small, a bloody gnome of all things, and here Cyrus was tensed and ready for a demon to burst from his chest. Though at any other time the legionnaire would've been laughing long and loud at the creature's threats, there was nothing funny about the spear that was still pointed at him. None the less, a smirk crossed Cyrus' visage, and he relaxed his posture somewhat. His longsword's blade gently tapped the tip of the spear, the ardentium and crystal blend chiming against the steel with a unqiue ringing sound, and he grinned at the small, angry little gnome.

"Are you the one thats been knocking objects over?" The legionnaire asked, direct and to the point as always. "Who are you, that this is your room?"

The "Big Nob's" sword remained between him and the spear, simply as a precautionary measure, but the legionnaire earnestly meant what he asked. It was not every day that one met such a ferocious spectre, after all.