[h2]Ashte[/h2]

"Enemies that won't surrender have to go, Mori dearest. That's just how it works; can't leave a knife at your back."

Klois, Klois... it had a ring of familiarity, but did that mean anything? It could just be a name shared with a one-time lover, or maybe some commander or opponent. No matter, who this Klois had been would no doubt reveal itself when they got out of this place. Of course, that meant [i]getting out of here[/i]. Hm...

"So, will you show us where you came from?" Ashte asked, stepping forward towards Sir Oren. What were funeral rites even like in this time and place...? Honestly, it felt like the sort of thing Moridax should know anyway but if she didn't even know if the underworld still existed... probably not 'left in a cave with a bunch of weirdo fanatics'. Hm, for now, he wouldn't be too hard to bring along. Just slide her weapons under him like so, turn them into proper shields, and... presto! Ready-made floating conveyance for one deceased knight.