[center][u][b]Gangraena[/b][/u][/center]
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Gangraena looked on at the young lady in the river, unphased by their state of dress, the dim yellow lights from the dark interior of the helm peering down at her.

"Oooooh?" Her hollow voice trailed, dragging on like the echo of a stone dropped down a nigh bottomless well. "Myyy naaame's Gaaangraaeenaa, Goood too meeet 'yaa!"

She lifted her ironclad arm and gave a friendly wave with the hefty metal mitten that was her gauntlet. The anchor was simply rested on her left shoulder with ease, a feat which looked impossible for most humans as the large slab of old steel carved into the nautical tool it once served as was taller than herself and a half.

"Oooh, uuuhh-" Gangraena paused, not really prepared to describe what exactly a warden was herself. "Aa Waaardeen iis... Uuh.. Noot suuure aactuuallyy." She gave a clueless shrug. "Thaaat's juuust whaat theey caall thee peersooon iin chaaarge oof thaaat priisooon."

Her train of thought was interrupted by the distant sound of many hoof-beats and even wings. Truth be told even though her hearing wasn't exceptionally sharp she was going to hear her attackers coming well before she actually saw them given her helm's [i]generous[/i] peripheral view.

"Ooo~ Neeew friieends frooom thee waaardeen?" She wondered aloud to her new friend. Lumbering up from the riverbank she meandered her large awkward shell over in the general direction these new friends of theirs were coming from. If they were like the others that the warden dropped in then they'd be lovely new friends as well!

After all, surely these riders were without a shadow of a doubt here to join them, [i]right?[/i]