Sandskar told him her name. The old woman was the Hanged Witch. They are powerful, so much so that they don't have to flex their auras like the others did.
If you are sensitive to the way of the mana space like Kyrexiel was. You can sense the way mana thickened and bent around them. They are the real powerhouse.
The Hanged Witch laughed and Kyrexiel almost expected dust to come out of her mouth because of how old she sounded. Even though her two eyes are shining bright in her wrinkled face.
"I don't expect to find you here, you crafty Dragon!" She said, pointing her walking stick at him.
Lightning Dragon shrugged. "This is exactly the kind of place I expect to find you and I wasn't disappointed."
The woman laughed again and then she walked over to the lighting Dragon.
