Overlord and Unkindled

Travel

(A/N: Although I know how to speak foresuthly, i'm not writing the firekeepers dialogue as such. Bitch about it later.) 

   No ones POV

 When next those within the shrine awoke, it was to the sound of birds chirping and the sun filtering in through the gaps in the ceiling and open walls. The swords of darkness, as well as their three companions, looked towards the people they had met last night. Horace was awake, with Anri leaned against him, her chest falling up and down within her armor. 

 Siegward was sat down, taking a small nap, his snor just barely filtering through his helmet. Irina too slept, although fitfully, clinging onto Eygon as his arm rested around her. His helmet just barely moved to face those who had woken. He has slept with one eye open as he always had since undertaking his duty to protect the up and coming Fire Keeper. Hawkwood was back, slouched over, at his stairs as he watched the bonfire.

 The only two of their new friends obviously awake was the Fire Keeper and her knightly companion, who was just now finishing putting on a helmet. His set was different and it took most a moment to realise it was still the same fighter as the night before; although how the firekeep continued to fret over him somewhat gave it away. His armor was thick leather pants, with a sturdy plate chest and gauntlets, fur around his neck and shoulders with a teal or cyan set of tailcoats behind his legs.

 Momon recognized the set within a second, it was well known by any gamer of substance to be a major staple of 'fashion souls'. The Faraam armor set, masters or the longsword and poster set for the second game. Strapped to his hip was a straight sword, to which Momon groaned internally. He wasn't to sure of it's design, it had a curved crossguard and taped down to a tip, with the widest point being near the guard.

 On the ground next to him was a shield with grooves carved into it, going down to the point, these were the Lothric Knight Sword and Silver Knight Shield. After a minute or two of packing bedrolls and the firekeeper fretting over him, the knight approached them.

???: Looking at all the members of the traveling party, though none could see his eye's through the tight slitted helmet and the darkness it seemed to create inside it; he spoke up. "I don't think we met properly last night, what with the Fire Keeper nursing my wounds. My companions call me Cinder, and if you'd let me i'd like to travel with you." he watched their reactions carefully. They seemed to speak with each other before conversing with Nfirea and Momon. Nodding the leader of the group, stepped forwards.

Peter: "That's fine, but what about your friends here?" he looked behind cinder at the others, who were only just now waking and watching the exchange. To those who needed an explanation they got them in hushed whispers.

Cinder: He followed his gaze and nodded. "We may be new to this land, but they can handle themselves well, very much so." Ninya was about to bring up his injury when the Fire Keeper came up beside him, resting a hand on her shoulder.

Fire Keeper: "His injuries have healed well, and shan't be a problem unto you." she said gently, nodding to the group. Although none could understand how she was able to see them with that visor over her eye's. With her words of reassurance, and somewhat intimidating 'stare', they agreed to let him come.

Once they left he lagged behind, juet a few feet. The fire keeper dragged him behind a pillar and he came out a few minutes later, with her panting, blushing, and smiling against the pillar.

   Cinder POV

 As I left her behind after... giving her a goodbye gift, I saw a shadow move just out of view, on the upper balconies of the shrine. I could make out a square shield and spear. I hope he remembers my talk with him, don't want him going overboard.