Nyte had been wearily approaching the voice when a response rang through the silent forest. Nyte tilted her head at the unfamiliar names, but if they were vagrants like herself, they shouldn't be hostile. Nodding to herself, Nyte stuck her sword in the ground, ready to approach.

She didn't manage to move an inch before one of the vagrants charged into view, prompting the rusted old knight to turn and face her.

One of her armored hands reached out to carefully pluck a fallen leaf from the air, and she tried in vain to hear what the two were whispering to one another. The short, pale one seemed awfully tired, and Nyte resisted her coddling instincts to attempt to decipher the vagrant's meaning.
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"My... task?"[/color] She uttered, voice metallic but clear, [color=00aeef]"I don't have..."[/color]

Suddenly, Nyte cleared her throat awkwardly. [color=00aeef]"Why, yes, uh, vagrant wanderer, your task is simple! My armor, it is old and rusted! Perhaps... you can... uh... take me with you, and... find me a new set!"[/color]

She nodded and cleared her throat again, satisfied with her impression but immediately feeling bad.

[color=00aeef]"But, uh, vagrant wanderer, do not feel, uh, forced! I am perfectly happy exploring on my own."[/color]