Pressed into the darkness, Andrei's eyes flicker around the cavern as the prostrate forms begin to rise, one by one. He starts at a cry from the entrance to the cavern, tensing as he whirls in instinct. However, the young woman has her blade pointed towards that thing. And rightly so. Andrei picks out the symbol of Iomadae emblazoned on her armor... then notices her eyes - Mirela's eyes - and takes an involuntary step backwards.
Then the woman dropped her sword and her challenge... and the moment was over, though Andrei's heart still beat painfully in his chest.
Andrei was confused - by the thing's apparent benignity, by an Iomedaen's reluctance to kill it, by the memory that had just overwhelmed him, and by the situation in which he now found himself.
Keeping to the shadows, he makes his way towards the woman, still fighting the image of Mirela that superimposed itself over her features. In a low rasping voice, full of suppressed emotion and pitched low so as to not carry to the man with the light, "I remember... blackness... and the smell of burning, fetid flesh." Andrei shudders as different, less pleasant, memories bloom in his mind, "Captured I... we must have been. I was seeking, killers... something foul and not of this world." He grips the blade in his hand, so tight that the bones of his knuckles are nearly visible through his pale skin. "Lady of Iomedae, is that not a servant of the Tyrant?" He gestures towards the man.