[center][h2]Artyom Barkov[/h2][/center] 

Artyom turned his head in surprise at the sheer number of people that seemed to be arriving at this bonfire all at once who appeared to have their wits about them. It had felt like an eternity since he had last been in the presence of more then one person who maintained their sanity through the curse of undeath at a time... either because they were affected by the curse or just trying to prevent themselves from getting it. 

Wincing a little internally about the memory of his awaking in a river of blood that was thankfully hidden under his helm, the young noble didn't respond to his new companions right away, instead focusing on the impaled man as he slowly faded away. There was no point mourning the fact that he had died... considering the nature of their affliction, he would be back soon enough; The loss of his sanity has he became nothing more then a husk of his former self however was a fate that he wouldn't wish on anyone through and Artyom respectfully bowed his head for a moment of silence and respect. 

When the moment had passed, Artyom took a deep breath before turning to look at his new found companions. The first he offered a wave to was the knight that had been the first to join him, answering back "[color=f7941d]Sorry, I did not mean to be rude by ignoring you before. By all means sit and rest for a time... It isn't like this bonfire is mine to deny anyone else.[/color]"

The next to be fixed with Artyom's gaze was the man who had joked about the condition of the currently dead man. Having never really been a fan of gallows humor, he shrugged a little as he answered "[color=f7941d]The really sad thing about all of this is that when it comes to the [i]'answers'[/i] to the problem of the undead I've seen so far, this is actually pretty tame.[/color]" The word 'Answer' was said with a small amount of condensation, the tone of an educated man that had grown tired of seeing stupid people doing the same thing over and over and expecting to get a different result.

The third member to join their party actually got a very interesting look over from Artyom and even with the plated helm covering his face, the way he held himself gave off the impression that he might have been somewhat bashful as he offered her a wave. "[color=f7941d]Truthfully, I don't really know of the lords that he spoke of... but if they are working on a way to cure the curse of undeath then there isn't any harm in going to find them to see what sort of answers they have come up with.[/color]"

The fourth figure that was approaching the fire also got a wave of greeting from the young noble. "[color=f7941d]Greetings friend. Come to join us in this [i]beautiful[/i] location that we all seem to be traveling through?[/color]" The sarcasm was strong with this one.