Jeanne walked to the part of the tower Bluebeard was operating in, the dungeons. She passed by several knights, all bigger and taller than her own knights. Yet, unlike her knights, these ones seemed as if they had no need to breath, the air was still around them. Jeanne ignored them, and her reflection in the armor as she descended down the stairs. It was only upon reaching the barred door at the bottom that she reached her destination. She knocked on the barred door with her gauntlet, making the sound louder and more effective to be heard. The door opened on its own and Jeanne walked through, still surprised by the magic flowing through this place.
The door closed behind her as she observed the new area she was in. It looked like a rest room for whatever guards were to be stationed here, a small wooden bar to the side with two tables scattered about. The only other occupants in the room stood up from his table and turned to her. He wore familiar silver armor that with close inspection had rose vines engraved on the armor. He was rather tall with pale skin like milk, two brown eyes, and a cool mixture of brown and blonde hair that made his hair take on a smooth surface.
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"Ah, M'lady." The man's voice was calm and smooth, like that of an older brother willing to listen to his little sister's problems and advice. He stepped forward and gently grabbed her hand before kneeling down and kissing her gauntlet, intending to kiss her knuckles but this would do. Jeanne blushed at the action as the man stood up. "We haven't been properly introduced. I am Ser Gawain, knight of lady Morgan Le Fay."
"O-oh." Jeanne lightly chuckled in response, Gawain's kiss on her gauntlet still stunting her from speaking correctly. Romance wasn't something she could allow in her line of duty. The way Gawain smile was so unearthly, almost as if he wasn't human at all. "W-well thank you for the introduction Ser Gawain. I'm Jeanne D'arc, but you already knew that."
"Indeed, I'm a huge fan of yours m'lady! Which is why I'm so excited about you joining us down her!" Gawain nodded, the personality of a child appearing within him. He looked down at her with a beautiful smile. "But, in all honesty I'm just happy to have someone to talk too. Agravain isn't much of a talker, he hasn't even said hello when you came in!"
"Tch, dumb bastard."
Jeanne's eyes widened as she looked behind her. There, standing against the wall, was Agravain. The man just seemed to have popped out of thin air, having not even occupied the room they were in. His armor was dark as coal and was designed in a cruel way, opposite to Gawain's. In fact, this man looked as though he was the complete opposite of Gawain. Agravain's skin was pale like a corpse, eyes sunken in with purple irises, and long black hair slicked back. Yet this man looked almost like.........
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