She watched with questioning puzzlement as the dark knight lifted just enough of his helmet to be able to bring the berries the second man was offering him to his mouth, and back down the helmet went. That piece of metal that could be lifted and lowered like that probably had some manner of fancy name, but she did not know what it was... And she was not certain she liked when she could not see the face of the person she was talking to. It felt a bit like conversing with an inanimate object. She was not even certain he even heard her, either, despite her being loud and clear - he did not seem to visibly react to her words, anyway.
Surprisingly enough, the moment of rest and the few berries seemed to have returned enough of the armored man's strength for him to get back to his feet. Not for long, though, if her experiences were anything to go by. People needed a lot more water than could be contained in a couple of berries to survive a day. Especially if they were almost too weak to stand to begin with.
The dark knight asked something from the second man - something about thrones and him being a weapon, though it did not make much sense. Thrones did not feel like her thing; she did have a weapon, though. Several weapons, even. Her axe, her knife, the slightly damaged sword (it associated with regret, and Regret she called it)... They did not know one another, these two men, that much seemed apparent, however. Her slightly clueless eyes kept flitting between the two of them.
There was the faint jingle of bells, and her eyes shifted into yet another direction, only to yet again widen in disbelief. Three people!?
It was a strange-looking masked man, carrying a sickle, though he spread his arms wide as if to embrace them all. There were little bells attached to his hat and shoes - these were where the jinging had come from. She did not know who she was to judge, but this man did look a bit crazy...
"Well, it's a nice little gathering here, hmm? I have a lute, why not we get some song, we make it a fuckin' party, hmm?"
"Party?" she repeated in questioning disbelief, her voice doubtful. Her eyes flickered back onto the dark knight and second man, then yet again onto the crazy-looking fellow. "Don't think it would be a good idea. There are things here, I think. Beasts. They'd hear."
The newcomer had also perturbed the dark knight, as he had straightened and moved his spear-axe into a more combat-ready position. Seemed rather protective of the man who had offered him berries, too, and ordered him behind his back... He was not a bad person, she figured, just a bit confused over the intentions of the lot of them. She was wielding an axe and looked like who-knows-what, after all... She left the impression of some kind of savage, probably.
As the dark knight took a step closer to her and the madman, however, her eyes widened yet again in a near-fright as she took a step back in turn. Her hands gripped the axe more tightly, raising it a bit farther out and up into a position that could equally be used for blocking or taking a swing at someone. The action put an uncomfortable strain on the injuries on her fingers and cracked one of the scars open just enough for blood to start slowly seeping out again - though luckily not steadily dripping, as it had been before.
She was quite certain she could defeat the dark knight quite easily in his current condition - block the spear-axe and quickly grab hold of its shaft or something. She was not many things, but she had quite the sturdy build and had probably been doing quite a bit of hard work in her old life, chopping wood and the likes. And it furthermore appeared that this place had added to the muscle on her body, if anything. - Surely, if she got hold of the knight's polearm, she would win ... unless the second man joined the fray, which he was perhaps quite likely to do. But in either case, it was not what she wanted.
"I don't want to fight, kind Sir," she insisted. If the dark knight continued to move closer to her regardless, she would persist to back down accordingly, just in case. Preferably keep a clearance of about six meters or so.
"Just saw you almost collapse and wanted to see whether I could help. Don't mind the axe - there are bad things here, and I haven't seen more than one person at once here before, I don't think. Precaution, that's all." Her eyes moved to the second man and back to the dark knight. "That is indeed not healthy, pressing on like that. You need water, Sir. And rest. And soon."
The dark knight spoke again - awfully loudly, too -, though, and she stared at him in an almost childish confusion, even lowering her axe by a bit - just by a notch, a centimeter or so. Its weight still felt comforting, and it was a concrete barrier between her person and anything that might try to harm her. It gave a sense of security - having something to protect oneself with.
"Don't think there are any kingdoms here," she uttered hesitantly. "Just ... places. Haven't seen any kings, either, and barely before any other people before you, Sir. Don't think I ever came within a hundred miles from a king in my old life, either. I lived in a wooden house near evergreens, somewhere. Quite far from even the village, I think." Or at the very least it felt like she had been on the way for a while in that one memory she was returning with a package and been caught in the rain... There was also this one memory of standing on a fancy carpet during some kind of a ceremony, but that did not belong, somehow... She was also quite certain she had been a man there.
"But that was before... Guess would have to learn how to live here, now." 'Children of the Empty Land', he had addressed them. Did he come from some other place here, one with kings, then, or did he have an old life, too, just like her? And perhaps more importantly... "Do you know what manner of place is this, Sir?"
But now she was getting nosy, was she not? She had seen the dark knight almost collapse, on top of it all. There was also this madman...
"But that can wait until later, if you'd prefer... You do need to take care of yourself first, Sir."
...She was not certain what to make of the madman.
Surprisingly enough, the moment of rest and the few berries seemed to have returned enough of the armored man's strength for him to get back to his feet. Not for long, though, if her experiences were anything to go by. People needed a lot more water than could be contained in a couple of berries to survive a day. Especially if they were almost too weak to stand to begin with.
The dark knight asked something from the second man - something about thrones and him being a weapon, though it did not make much sense. Thrones did not feel like her thing; she did have a weapon, though. Several weapons, even. Her axe, her knife, the slightly damaged sword (it associated with regret, and Regret she called it)... They did not know one another, these two men, that much seemed apparent, however. Her slightly clueless eyes kept flitting between the two of them.
There was the faint jingle of bells, and her eyes shifted into yet another direction, only to yet again widen in disbelief. Three people!?
It was a strange-looking masked man, carrying a sickle, though he spread his arms wide as if to embrace them all. There were little bells attached to his hat and shoes - these were where the jinging had come from. She did not know who she was to judge, but this man did look a bit crazy...
"Well, it's a nice little gathering here, hmm? I have a lute, why not we get some song, we make it a fuckin' party, hmm?"
"Party?" she repeated in questioning disbelief, her voice doubtful. Her eyes flickered back onto the dark knight and second man, then yet again onto the crazy-looking fellow. "Don't think it would be a good idea. There are things here, I think. Beasts. They'd hear."
The newcomer had also perturbed the dark knight, as he had straightened and moved his spear-axe into a more combat-ready position. Seemed rather protective of the man who had offered him berries, too, and ordered him behind his back... He was not a bad person, she figured, just a bit confused over the intentions of the lot of them. She was wielding an axe and looked like who-knows-what, after all... She left the impression of some kind of savage, probably.
As the dark knight took a step closer to her and the madman, however, her eyes widened yet again in a near-fright as she took a step back in turn. Her hands gripped the axe more tightly, raising it a bit farther out and up into a position that could equally be used for blocking or taking a swing at someone. The action put an uncomfortable strain on the injuries on her fingers and cracked one of the scars open just enough for blood to start slowly seeping out again - though luckily not steadily dripping, as it had been before.
She was quite certain she could defeat the dark knight quite easily in his current condition - block the spear-axe and quickly grab hold of its shaft or something. She was not many things, but she had quite the sturdy build and had probably been doing quite a bit of hard work in her old life, chopping wood and the likes. And it furthermore appeared that this place had added to the muscle on her body, if anything. - Surely, if she got hold of the knight's polearm, she would win ... unless the second man joined the fray, which he was perhaps quite likely to do. But in either case, it was not what she wanted.
"I don't want to fight, kind Sir," she insisted. If the dark knight continued to move closer to her regardless, she would persist to back down accordingly, just in case. Preferably keep a clearance of about six meters or so.
"Just saw you almost collapse and wanted to see whether I could help. Don't mind the axe - there are bad things here, and I haven't seen more than one person at once here before, I don't think. Precaution, that's all." Her eyes moved to the second man and back to the dark knight. "That is indeed not healthy, pressing on like that. You need water, Sir. And rest. And soon."
The dark knight spoke again - awfully loudly, too -, though, and she stared at him in an almost childish confusion, even lowering her axe by a bit - just by a notch, a centimeter or so. Its weight still felt comforting, and it was a concrete barrier between her person and anything that might try to harm her. It gave a sense of security - having something to protect oneself with.
"Don't think there are any kingdoms here," she uttered hesitantly. "Just ... places. Haven't seen any kings, either, and barely before any other people before you, Sir. Don't think I ever came within a hundred miles from a king in my old life, either. I lived in a wooden house near evergreens, somewhere. Quite far from even the village, I think." Or at the very least it felt like she had been on the way for a while in that one memory she was returning with a package and been caught in the rain... There was also this one memory of standing on a fancy carpet during some kind of a ceremony, but that did not belong, somehow... She was also quite certain she had been a man there.
"But that was before... Guess would have to learn how to live here, now." 'Children of the Empty Land', he had addressed them. Did he come from some other place here, one with kings, then, or did he have an old life, too, just like her? And perhaps more importantly... "Do you know what manner of place is this, Sir?"
But now she was getting nosy, was she not? She had seen the dark knight almost collapse, on top of it all. There was also this madman...
"But that can wait until later, if you'd prefer... You do need to take care of yourself first, Sir."
...She was not certain what to make of the madman.