[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/uS091Xd.png[/img]
[img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmIwNmJmZi5UV0Z5YVdWMGRHRWdUR0ZzWVhWeWFXVSwuMA,,/boecklins-universe.regular.png[/img][/center]
[hr]

The soldiers were more and more odd the more she looked at them. Were...they the dead soldiers they found back where they had woken up at? The mud coming from the faceless soldiers was different, wasn't it? Or at least, it seemed to be so. No one here was showing much care for it however, so Marietta let it go for now. She was preparing to meet this Rider. If what Pandarus said was true, then it was likely a king or conqueror of some sort.

Her assumption seemed to have been proven correct. At the largest tent stood a man with such an imposing presence and visage it would have enraptured any with its greatness. It was easy to see why Pandarus was so taken with him. This Rider was definitely a figure of great military exploits and very likely leadership as well.

[color=#8276E4]"Well, I believe my servants need no introduction."[/color] Marietta replied with a small smile to Rider. 
[color=#8276E4]"I am Marietta, Sir Rider, I am a humble painter and Magus. I am understanding you may have need of one of those? And I apologize if it seems a little forward to ask, but would you mind sharing what exactly is going on here?"[/color]