The golden eyed stranger reared his horse and turned to the group, lifting his long lance to point at the sky above. He observed them for a while, taking in their activities with his sight and hearing their words behind a muffling helmet. The horse’s stamping hoof caught him from his eavesdropping and he smiled, hidden behind the face of his helmet. 

	He watched the others pick at their kills and loot the dead man, forcing a small head shake from the stranger as he trotted by, eager to get out of his seasoned armor. 

	Before he let his horse trot completely past the scene, he laid a hand on its neck and the beast halted so it’s rider and friend could witness the dark knight at a closer level.

 	He leaned on the white horse and from behind his helmet, a hollow voice broke from his throat, “friend of yours?” he asked to no one in particular.