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

At first, she received no reply from the other undead. One more joined them, and the knight couldn't help but to chuckle at the dark humor that the other offered. She immediately liked him, if only because he seemed to be cut from the same cloth as she was, so to speak. A fellow knight. Again, though, she didn't get much time to speak.

Instead, the man nailed to the tree spoke. Alia would have offered a small smile to him had her voice not been hidden by her helmet, and she did not wish to remove it in this putrid air. Instead, she listened to his tale and instruction. Something about not letting the wicked through the gate in the valley. If it was her reason for being here, then that was something she was honor bound to see through to the end, though...she had given up on petty things like serving another for honor before.

She did abandon her home country, after all, after they imprisoned someone dear to her. Well, she had no reason to not see this task given to her through...she didn't get much longer to ponder, or time for any question to ask, either. The knight only offered a slight bow of her head as the man breathed his last breath, life fading from his corpse, and it looked like they can finally add a bit in the way of some small conversation.

[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]

[color=Silver]"Aha, it's quite alright friend."[/color] Alia replied when Artyom finally responded, though her attention quickly turned to another woman who made her presence known, and who...was dressed...quite...interestingly. Alia had to make an effort not to stare just a bit, and quickly turned her attention away from the other woman and addressed the people gathered. [color=Silver]"I am Alianor, it's a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances."[/color] She introduced herself with a slight bow.

[color=Silver]"I do not know of these lords myself, either, though it seems we have been given the task of finding them."[/color] she continued, echoing Artyom. She turned to the fourth gathered...who had his blade slung over his shoulders. She immediately didn't like him. Perhaps it was because of her training, or perhaps it was just instinct, but she figured this man was trouble. Her hand tightened on her spear, but she did nothing. She was suspicious, but suspicions could very well be unfounded, and she wasn't going to attack someone simply because of a gut feeling.

Instead, she offered friendly words. Hopefully nothing would come of it.

[color=Silver]"Hail, friend."[/color] She called out to him, resting the butt of her spear against the ground. [color=Silver]"Care to join us? It's not exactly a beautiful location, but the company doesn't seem to bad at least."[/color]