Nita's words were hitting a solid wall. The man kept walking, but his voice turned to her. "All of us Knights have sworn to protect these lands, the King and the throne. I was merely seeing yourself out of these lands. As for the Undead, we have driven them out or killed them. There are no more Darksigns after this cliffside. You would be the first and hopefully last to ever take a step on this soil."

Emilia watched the man gaining more distance from the group. "If the title has to be given, then I shall be the leader, but my companions have not been called by the Lords, merely following their heart." She walked over to the bonfire and touched the pole that stuck out of it. The glinting embers sparked up and heat rose from the ashes. "Gain your strength, my friends. We continue our journey."

Her eyes wandered towards the strangers. Faith was a strong weapon, without a doubt. The prayer was more out of respect, though. It felt... like a pardon. Feeling touched, Emilia's gaze wandered over to the fellow wanderer. She was quite a beauty, even with the curse of the Darksign gnawing at her very being. It pained the Firekeeper to see her wilt down through the spiral of insanity. "If there are no other objections, we shall venture forth."