Beyond the most rudimentaries of magic, Azkadellia wasn't one to often use her skills now that she was free to. The fear of what had been was too great still. This though was something that had been second nature since she was a child. Taking another step, she paused at a sound, turning to seek it out.

For a moment she saw little beyond the bright glow of magic light, and she lowered her hand as the golden light faded.

"Hello?" She peered, frowning a bit as she tried to see the bracelet, whom it might be if a prisoner or an extra as she'd heard them called. "May I help you?"