"I'm Septar, It's nice to meet you Macid, but I'm very sorry that it's under such unfortunate circumstances, and I'm sorry about your loss.... really I am. I know what it's like to lose someone you care about. I'm really unsure why I'm here right now. The old, er- Filadius," she glanced at his image and Moon, and then back to Macid, "told me the story, but I don't completely understand what's happening. Nor do I know what you all have been through already. Hearing Constance, and Mortis' words are very unsettling to me. I don't have any weapons, unless there's something in this box with my name on it." She held the box up with both hands and walked towards Filadius, the opening facing her. She was unsure if she could open it or not, partially because of fear of what could be inside of it, and partly because she was terrified that it wouldn't be up to Macid, Mortis, and Constance's approval. Septar didn't have a fighting background, maybe getting beat up a couple of times at school, but overall she was just a home schooled orphan, and kept quiet most of the time. On top of that she was a pharmacist, how is that helpful in a battle to save the world? "Filadius, is it safe to open this box?" the dragon questioned, her wings were beginning to release from her back a little bit, starting to at least feel less threatened.