Helena wished she had started her journey closer to Plegia's shores. At least there she would have seen some life. Or at least feel a breeze. Here in the famous Plegian deserts, all she got was sand, heat and more sand. She had only begun her travels a week ago and she was already rethinking her decision to come down here. The image of her condescending father immediately flashed through her mind a second later. Helena shook her head, braced herself against the sun's hot rays and continued her march. There was no way she was going back without accomplishing what she had set out to do. That was the whole reason behind the fight after all. Even though Regna Ferox had pulled away from the other countries due to internal strife, there was no way she herself could turn a blind eye from the ailing countries. Valm and Plegia were on the brink of war and there was the horrifying stories of the massacre of Ylisse's shepherds soon after. Instead of interfering, the Khan simply turned his back on Plegia, ignoring their so-called 'alliance'. Sadly, Helena knew her father would do the same. Having grown up with the stories of Chrom and her grandmother, there was no way she could idly sit by. 

That was what brought her here today, climbing up a particularly large dune hill. Sweat coated her entire body, allowing her long blond locks to stick to her face and neck. It was terrible but she swallowed her complaints. A descendant of Flavia would never complain after all. After what seemed like hours that spanned only a few minutes, Helena finally reached the top. Surprisingly, the hill gave her a good view of the remaining land she had to cross. There were a couple of trees a mile or two north east of her but when she took a closer look, she realized she saw a few silhouettes. The blond wasn't sure if they were mirages until a loud shout erupted from that area. Something about being from Plegia. Knowing now that she wasn't hallucinating, Helena quickly slid down the hill and headed for the cluster of trees.

It wasn't until she was about halfway to her destination that she got a better look of the silhouettes. There were a total of five people gathered; four men and one woman. They all seemed to be soldiers, maybe of Plegia? Helena placed a hand over her own sword as she drew closer, finally catching the tense situation. From the looks of it, the man with the sword had tried to attack the woman with the bow only to be stopped by the other man on the horse. Helena did not know how the mage and the other archer played into this. The archer had babbled something on the lines of confusing, but nonetheless proved he and his mage friend were not part of the trio. 

"Is there a problem here?" She finally called, letting her presence be known. The only one who seemed hostile was the swordsman and she was confident that she could take him down, even without the added help of the cavalier.