Upon the Chosen exiting the village, she noticed it was far more than just an open field, and with the light that resonated, the path that she was so used to was crowded by lurking hazards to her quest. Even with the help of Baron, the trials would prove more than difficult. But not far from her she saw a dead priest. Though upon examination to the trained eye, there were sword wounds practically plaguing the priest. This would prove to be a bad sign. Was it possible the Desians did this?

Not far from the priest was a rather odd looking foreigner who had a bird that followed around him. Could be one of the rare race; probably anyways. 
"And so we are off..." Was all that was muttered in he who wore a dark suit that was oddly designed. His ears were not that of any common race as if they twitched like that of a feral being. His look was certainly off putting. 

He turned to face the Chosen and saw her with a companion. "Err... You sure you should be coming this way...? There is a lot of things going down over there. Monsters have been... running wild. Hell... I've even seen rotting corpses rise up and try to fight." He narrowed his dark hazel green eyes, brushing his brown silky smooth hair out of his face as he looked at the duo. "Please turn back. " He huffed.

"Unless you have a band wagon or group, or a guide... Then maybe you could get around to where ever... But this zone is a hot zone." He continued to warn them; but seeing as he regurgitated as much concern and information, he seems capable of guiding. But would he guide them?