[h3][center][color=Silver]~Alianor, Knight of Silver~[/color][/center][/h3]

The rotten air didn't bother the knight as she trudged through the swamp muck. Wasn't her first time having to breathe something unpleasant. Her travels often had brought her to some rather unsavory locations in the past, and this was no different from any other swamp or muck filled cesspool. She didn't like such places, as she'd have to end up polishing her armor later...but such trivialities weren't something she should concern herself with, she supposed.

In the distance, a bell tolled.

She turned her head towards the sound of it, resting her spear on her shoulders as she let out a quiet sigh. She was undead, wasn't she? She had died. That much she knew, even if she didn't know the details. Well, that was life, sometimes. Wouldn't be the first time she got the short end of the stick on something. Her memories briefly turned back to what was now likely ancient history in this land. Of her old Kingdom, its bustling streets, and...well...people she cared about. She shook her head. Such thoughts weren't conducive to her task at hand.

Unkindled had a task, after all, and she was honor bound to see it through...at least, in some fashion.

The silver clad knight trudged past a sludge that she didn't wish to even guess the contents of. Instead, she turned her attention to the bonfire in the distance. She had traveled...for what? A day or so now? She couldn't recall. Certainly had been on her feet for awhile, though. A rest would be very much welcome. Perhaps if she was lucky, she'd share her rest with another who wouldn't mind a bit of idle conversation. 

So she walked closer, passing a large, gnarled tree that was twisting along the ground, momentarily obscuring her vision of the Bonfire. A small smile crossed her lips as she did. Much to her surprise, it looked like she was in luck.

[color=f7941d]"Sir, would you require some assistance?"[/color]

The voice was welcome to her ears. Hopefully they wouldn't be opposed to idle conversation. More importantly it sounded like he was talking to someone else. A second potential ally? Well then, the gods were smiling on her today. As she passed the gnarled tree, she laid eyes on the speaker of the voice, and the one being spoken too...a man impaled on a tree. Several times it looked like. Well, she had seen people be met with worse fates in her time, and he didn't seem particularly opposed to his situation from initial glances.

[color=silver]"Well met, friends."[/color] She said in a jovial, relaxed manner as she approached the two. [color=silver]"Mind if I join you here? My travels have been long and a brief respite would be very welcome."[/color]