The Black Knight quickly munched on the berries, seemingly without feeling their bitter taste. In his state, maybe it's for the best. And he stood back up, just like that. From a few small, bitter berries, the knight found the strength to lift his heavy burden once again. The balance of power has once again shifted, and it seemed that the warrior in black once again had the strength to fight. Maldron desired to avoid that, but made sure to stay very close to the knight. He also knew how the warrior's helmet opens, so at least he knew a way around the armor, if worst comes to worst. The rest of his armor? No weak spot. No little crack or opening to exploit. Dyed armors would usually be used in ceremonies, and ill-suited for combat, but his was both. Some elite force? Royal guard? Where was his back-up sword? Such a high-ranking warrior would surely have a sword to use when up close. Maybe he lost it? Most puzzling of all was the knight's fortitude - nothing unlike in the land of the living. But even Maldron noticed that he could go on longer without rest. This land, as punishing as it is, was making them stronger, bit by bit. This idea was further reinforced by the capabilities of the ones lost to this land, now no more than feral beasts. Displaying impossible speeds and strength, those once human beings now roamed mindlessly around the land, looking for something to attack. And everyone here was fated to fade into such monstrosities themselves.

The knight spoke. His words put Maldron on edge. How? HOW? The assassin took a small step back. How did he know?! How did he know Maldron's memories? It didn't matter really. He wasn't going to hide his identity anyway. Not here. And such an ability could be extremely useful, provided the knight becomes an ally. During this time, more came out, no longer hiding. The source of the bells was a jester, of all things. Creepy looking clown, visibly armed. He was familiar, somehow, but Maldron just couldn't tell. Whatever memory used to invoke this familiarity is no longer there. Another, an armed woman as well. She was tense, and prepared her axe to defend, just in case. There was a flaw in her stance, and at this distance, she would be skewered by the halberd before she could move away, should the knight attack. Eventually, most of the tension was gone, as the knight said [b]“Tell me, Children of the Empty Land, which King do you serve?”[/b]

The knight's question, as cryptic as it was, was rather expected. The warrior in black served someone as well, and it must be a habit to inquire about the allegiance of others. The woman's response seemed basic. She knew little of the world before this place. But she was right. They need to rebuild. Some sort of society needs to be there again. Assassins only have a purpose within societies. For Maldron to have a purpose once again, there needs to be a society. Hence it was in his best interest to help one rebuild. And first, they need more people who are more or less themselves. 

[color=ff0000][b]"And finally, you show yourselves. Now, first things first - I rather not keep secrets in this place. I was an assassin before finding myself here. Just so you know. But worry not, together we can accomplish more than on our own, even an assassin knows that."[/b][/color] Maldron looked to the mountain looming in the distance. It was simply there, never either further or closer. But it also was inviting, drawing them towards it. [color=ff0000][b]"I do not think we're meant to reach that place alone."[/b][/color]