The old woman's face contorts in a horrid leer. "Yes! Of course I am loyal to the Great Lady of Darkness!" She cackles in a way that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and then she ends abruptly. The shocking silence is too much.
You decide to make her leave. "Thank you for leading me to my room," you tell her, and she hobbles down the hall. You utter a sigh of relief.
