The woman lets the group gather their senses as several of them ask the obvious question - but that was something to be expected. Others stir in silence and offer aid to one another as they all try to make sense of their sudden revival. Some of them are more upset than others, but overall she approved of the group's ability to adapt to the situation. Finally, she turned, sword's hilt cupped in one hand as she seemed to address the group as a whole. "The Pale Lady expects us to be heroes, as we've been referred to throughout the ages," she starts. "No matter any ill-will that had been caused by us in our lives, she selected everyone for their hearts - the ability to answer the call to set aside everything for what was right during our times." Ravness glances to the village and sighs, almost at a loss like everyone else. "However, we do not know what sort of opponent we face just yet... a strange thing, indeed, to drain the life from the World in such a manner. Not even the greatest Liches are capable of these sorts of feats." Taking a deeper breathe as to finally answer the burning question, "though indeed I know our next step. We are meant to march down this mountain into the plains. There, we will encounter something that is meant for us." In truth, she could only lead this band as far as the Light told her, but she knew the Lady was to be trusted.
Glancing to Mortimer, she quietly decides to let the past life rival answer the question himself. Soon they would all realize that their time had long past. The woman pauses and gives a small curtsy, blade still balanced in her off-hand. "However for now, my name is Ravness Beoulve. I would ask that everyone introduce themselves, as we are on this quest together." The paladin had absolutely no idea how far or wide her legend are truly gone in her time past, only that she had accepted the title of Queen's Guard, avatar to the Pale Lady, and died protecting others at the hand of one of the most powerful Liches to exist since.