At first, the seer was doubtful. She had no clue where she was, nor why she was there, and she was now facing off with an alien of whom she had been taught were nothing but misguided, naïve, and violent all her life. The scent of chaos filled the air like a stench; an all-too-familiar disgust to a member of Ulthwé. But, after collecting her thoughts for a brief moment, she began to calm. This man, while a total stranger to her and easily the most dangerous thing to be near right now, was also confused and lost much like her. She could see it stained on his soul; the confusion, the hatred for heresy, the lust to please his higher power, and the truth of his most recent words. Huh. He had a soul. Well, perhaps he's capable of reasoning after all then. The warlock lowered her witchblade, but kept it unsheathed just in case one of the more deadly potential futures she just witness came to be. "... Black templar, huh? A fellow nomad at least, and one who appears capable of self defense. Intriguing..."