The man's head perched up and his empty eyes turn to the first voice. [color=red]"Ah! A new face in these lands. Welcome to Ayree, Heart of the Wildlands."[/color] Raspy and rougher than sandstone is his voice. His drenched clothing gives a rustle of chains as he takes a breath. [color=red]"Do not mind my bones, dear. This is the making of a comrade in arms, to my own according. I feel sanity fading my ill heart."[/color]

A bright grin fell on the man's lips as another approached. The distinct jolly voice of the knight made him chuckle.

[color=red]"Well, you must be here for the Lords, then. Ah~ do not fear. They must be out to grief over a fallen one."[/color] His head perched higher towards the sky. The sound of the bell rung once more. Quick and simple blew another gonging sound of it through the swamp.

[color=red]"To think they of all would be foolish enough to ring the bell. The Wolves and the Wyrms in these lands..."[/color] His voice gives out as he spits coughing and wheezing. The body of the man is a mere shade of a knight he once was. The faded sigil of the Grand Capital is on his armor. [color=red]"Hear me out, Unkindled and Cursed ones. This is not the lands where the wolves can be hunted down. This is their world. Even the darkest of the Dark has not won a war here."[/color] His breathing gives out again and the man spits black bile onto himself. For a moment he seemed to gaze unto his rotting self in panic, a faint glitter of tears on the corner of his fading eyes. [color=red]"This bell tolls because the wicked of Londor hunt our Lords. They want to gather men to kill those we thrust our Faith upon."[/color] His left hand, solid until this moment, opens up and drops a key. The body of the man shivers and wrecks itself in pain. [color=red]"Whatever you do, do not let them through the gate at the Deep Cliff at the end of the Swamps. They might have found another way in, but this is the way my Lord and the Custodian went. If you must, gather the Lords. The Wicked won't get the Flame."[/color] With these words, the man wheezes in pain once more, only to let a raspy breath escape his lips one last time. And with that, the man was no more...