The man turned to face the group. They all expressed doubt against his statement. His gaze, veiled by the armor, was focused on Nita. "You have no idea what you are up against. I saw the way you fought the Gryphon. Even with it's body cursed by the same blight that you carry with you." He stepped closer to the group. The clunking sound of his bag echoed from the cliff, as he dropped it on the ground. "The lands belong to none other than the King of Valkyries. To address him is to address the land itself. And the land has proven you unworthy, stranger." He walked closer to the walls of the cliff. With a steady gaze against Nita, he kicked against the crumbling cliff, opening another small cave in. Glinting with faint embers, there was a bonfire.
It was obvious that Emilia was not trusting the man at all. Her eyes were narrowed and she kept one hand close to her katana, ready to draw the blade any second. "It is best you rest here and go back to the forsaken place you were born. Not even the Valkyries can prevent the insanity residing in this place. The Gryphons are dying. The desert is rising beyond it's borders. The Dark is swallowing the world. We don't need the help of a Firekeeper, or her keepsake. We need someone to properly bury the dead once this is all over."
The fact that there was a bonfire disturbed Emilia, for each bonfire was the soul of a Firekeeper. She moved towards the man and barked at him "Where is the Bleeding Throne?" Once more, all the man did was turn his gaze at the woman. He shook his head. "I told you that you are not welcome."
"Then stop us."
A hint of a chuckle escaped the helmet of the warrior in front of them. Picking up his bag, the man ignored Emilia's words and walked down the path of the cliff. It was still a long path downward. Nothing but sand and trees can be seen below. The ground was still too far away to see any details.