Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160626205914

"Who asks?" A muffled, feminine voice replied as she grabbed her spear, a fine weapon with a piece of red cloth covering the long sturdy grey hilt of the weapon. She turned to the group, not particularly frightened or scared of Dunistair's sudden vocal approach.

"A foe would not have announced his presence, so you must be an ally. A good thing on such an onerous duty we share."

As her eyes got used to the darkness of the sewers, she eventually noticed multiple Undead, much to her surprise. It must have been the largest group of fellows she had ever seen up until now.

Some figures were rather peculiar, although she had little reason to fear them. To her, they did not look bloodthristy for anything other than Immortals.

"In fact, a whole lot of you." She calmly remarked, as if trying to lower her voice and be as silent as possible, perhaps not trying to attract the attention of anything dangerous. "To my shame, I'm afraid I've been lost for quite a while now. I am glad, truly, that I've managed to find others here, although you do not look like you are in the same penurious situation as me. How silly of me." She said as she rubbed the back of her helmet, knocking up her visor for a more clearer view of the situation. In the light of an exposed possible exit of the sewer in the ceiling one could see her blue eyes and streaks of blonde hair running down the sides of her face.

"I am Dragon Knightess Josephine. I seek the aloof Doyen of Jehanna, like you."

Abello briefly looked at her, before cocking his head, as if mesmerized by the very appearance of Josephine. Her voice, her figure, her weapons, her armor, her eyes and her hair awfully reminded of someone else. Someone he'd rather forget. He couldn't stand her the very moment he laid his eyes upon her - not because of her ignorance, or the typical damsel in distress scenario, but rather the very fact she, even though she probably did not intend to, reminded him of what he couldn't save; something that he hadn't expected to see ever again - something he hadn't hoped to see again. He took his prying eyes somewhere else, namely the water his feet stood in. He didn't even introduce himself as 'Abello, a jovial fellow' like he had done before.