Question her first!

You're not that easy. If you were, you would've gone with that angry pink demoness. "Who are you-? And, why?!" You uneasily question with a tense, defensive posture... -you spot a change in Noire's demeanor from the corner of your eyes. She's clutching her staff to her chest with both her hands.

Her fingers tremble- "She's an occultist! That's the Wordbreaker!" Cries-out your dark elf summoner just as the old woman was opening her mouth to speak. She squints at the elf and points her black wand at Noire!

You jostle a bit, reflexively thinking to try and grab the black wand, but before you can a dull *THUD* booms through the air and dirt chunks fly-up from the ground with an inky plume of miasma...!

You look Noire's way with dread and horror... -but then see that the wand's dark bolt only struck just in front of her feet. "Did he ask you? No? Get lost." Brusquely scolds the elder sorceress. Reluctantly, Noire backpedals gradually...

Then, she outright sprints away, fleeing from this awful scene. None of this had gone as she planned or wished. And, you note she definitely fears this old woman more than the Succubus that was here just moments ago.

The old woman tucks her wand away under her robe-clasp and between her bare breasts. Her black-nailed hands lower her hood to better show you her face: she's really pretty! Almost perfect, even features, but no makeup. She's a bit old though- maybe in her early sixties, but in good shape.

You can't help but feel her eyes are seeing through you, even as she shows you a polite smile. "For right now, all you need to know is I came to this world the same way as you, and I will help you survive." Answers the old occultist, or perhaps she's some kind of witch-?

Stepping closer to you- she grabs your right arm and starts wrapping it in black linens. They crackle with purple static against your wounds... "Try to move this arm as little as possible. Ignore it, will yourself to keep it limp. It's not really an arm anymore: think of it like... a bomb." Instructs your aged rescuer, before tying the black wraps up to your shoulder-

-oddly enough, the pain of your warped limb greatly subsides where that fabric touches you! A sigh of relief even escapes your tired lungs. But just as you look up to her to ask something else- "There will be more than that Succubus and worse than her, too. I'll explain as we go..." She answers, now pulling you along by your cloth-wrapped wrist and your other shoulder!