The cold evening breeze rushed over Nianxi's face, which recently started to regain color, while the sword grasped tightly in her hand turned almost pale instead. With her back to a tree, she was watched over by a mysterious man who collected her scattered belongings and watcher over her for the few hours she was unconscious. Eventually, the breeze woke her up, and as if woken from a nightmare, she quickly jumped on her feet, only to stumble and almost fall down - her full strength has certainly not returned. 

[b]"Are you OK?[/b] the man asked, sitting near another tree. [b]"You have turned pale as snow for a moment there."[/b] Nianxi's eyes light up - this is the man she was looking for! Profiling people by their attire was a skill she was taught at an early age, and more in-depth when she was trained as a diplomat. This man certainly practiced things that are a taboo to most, but she did not care. In fact, her family regularly employed the services of "witches", protected them, and since she saw one before with a quite similar attire, it was obvious this man could have the answers she is looking for. And he, of all things, found her in her time of need. [b]"I gotta say, this is either fate, or we're extremely lucky."[/b] Xiandra whispered in her mind, seemingly awake as well. [b]"That was an interesting dream we had, certainly not an ordinary one."[/b] Xiandra was right, that dream felt real, and was still fresh in Nianxi's mind. But now was not the time to dwell on it. [b]"Thank you, I am relatively fine now, though still not at my full strength. My name is Nianxi Serilya, Valkyrie and the last surviving member of House Serilya. Believe it or not, I was looking for you."[/b] Picking up her backpack and taking out some dried food and the books, she approached the man. [b]"I have a favor to ask of you, but first, tell me your name."[/b]