Tiny pieces of dirt landed at Ben's feet. The rhythm of the shovel breaking and tossing fresh soil was almost hypnotic. As he contemplated helping this strange knight his thoughts wandered. Coincidence that this guy arrives in Haven same time as some great evil is killing innocent people, doubtful. So Ben came to the conclusion that this guy IS the horror, or knows more than he is letting on, either way Ben figured he should try to make nice.

There were so many boxes. Large ones, and some small, but every one of them felt wrong. The sense Ben received was that this hulking individual knew more about this evil haunting Haven than he did, which was next to nothing. Their shadows stood long on the ground, stretching out as the sun began to sink being the sleepy horizon. Ben drive the head of his shovel into the groom free as the list few hours were being buried.

[b]"So, seems ride of me to help without introducing myself, I'm Ben, and this lovely lady calls herself Sanguine."[/b] The darkness began to consume the field as dusk settled upon the strange group. [b]"And it's gettin rather dark, so you have a place to stay? I'm sure we could all grab a few rounds at the local tavern and crash there, unless you prefer calling in the great outdoors. Either way, I feel as though it is in our best interest to aid rather in solving what seems to be a common goal. Care to grab a drink and maybe fill us in?"[/b]