The staff bearer stands on the hill closest to the cube. He hesitates, unsure whether to walk up to the woman below on the cube and shake her awake or to call out from here.

Now with an observer, certainty is achieved and the knight can be described.

She is not a very tall woman, compared to the staff bearer. Her skin is a light brown color. Her hair is black, shortened to not get in the way of her now destroyed helmet and rather messy at the moment.

The skin off her arms is marred by many a faded battlescar and covered in various places by slightly light green-tinged bandages; Bandages which have been constructed from the destroyed sleeves of the lime coloured shirt she's wearing, sporting a red stain near her chest.

The pants she wears are a simple gray, held up by a leather belt.

And of course the two runed pauldrons, the carvings of which have a faint glow to them.

The staff bearer has decided to approach, and takes in these details as he nears. When he is mere steps away he mulls it over for a bit and then prods her with his staff.

"Ehm… Hello?"

The knight is on her feet in seconds, feet set in a stance for perfect balance, sword drawn to put the tip of her blade against an unknown assailant. Minus the sword of course, which she also realizes as she goes through the near automatic motion, quickly changing to balling up her fists.

"Hey- whoa, ehm… hi?" The staff bearer has moved his staff diagonally in front of himself, flinching back at the sudden movement.

When he looks back up at her face, he sees a handsome woman, light-green eyes with a considering look in them and a nose that's been broken a few times.

The knight in return takes the staff bearer in and sees a shepherd. Billowing silken white cloth with intricate black patterns upon them. An ornate shepherds crook with decorations carved into it held in front of him in a position that might save him from a wild beast, but would definitely not stop her fists.

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A man with blonde-brown curly hair, cut short. Dark-brown eyes with faint tears at the corners. A slight hopeful but awkward smile at his lips.

All in all, a non-threat.

She lowers her fists and takes note of the grassy hills behind him before turning to look at him, as a person instead of an enemy.

"Hello."

He flounders at the sudden change before composing himself.

"Do you… that is ehm, where or rather-"

"I know about as much as you, probably less seeing as that wasn't here before." She points to the hills and shrugs.

He deflates slightly.

"Oh, well uh, I just… fell from the fu- from the sky a few minutes ago into that white ocean. Swam over towards these hills and found you. I was just, walking through the hills near the city, tending to the sheep and then the next moment, this."

His eyes grow wide. "Oh no, the sheep"

The knight snorts.

"Ha, hum, sorry. Let me think, it feels like so long ago…

I was mid-battle when I fell from the sky, only this cube or pillar or whatever was here so I swam to it. There was nothing else so I stripped off my armor and went to sleep. Then stuff started to fall from the sky, I salvaged some of it, some grass and a canister of silver stuff…"

The knight gestures towards the canister and the distinct lack of silver fluid.

"Which seems to be gone now, great. Well, anyway, that stuff ate my armor, only managed to salvage these two."

She sighs as she slaps her pauldrons.

"Then I went to sleep again and here we are."

"Ah."

"Yep."

"Were you in some kind of re-enactment thing or so-"

"I can see you"

An ethereal voice sends vibrations out from the otherwise still ocean, shaking the land. The knight quickly drops to a crouch while the shepherd falls over.

"I have deemed you worthy. Strive to stay that way or I will ensure it myself. And I promise you, it will not be pleasant."

While the two of them can feel the sound in their bones it's barely louder than a whisper. A melodic tone that simultaneously evokes the sound of pieces of shattered glass scratching against each other.

"I will be watching"

The silence is deafening once it returns.