Feyrith sat on her bed in her large two-bedroom house, intently staring at the door to the living room, highly aware of the…anomaly on the other side. Her new companion was an odd mystery to her, not in a bad way mind you, just…odd.

First off, he didn't seem to be able to understand common - common! Every race knew common - and why wouldn't they? It was basically a prerequisite for any religion, especially after the god's second holy war.

For him not to know would imply he was either from a family of non-believers, or that he simply didn't have a deity to pray to. For Feyrith, the latter was just completely impossible to believe.

Not having a deity to pray to, she wouldn't know where to find hope or inspiration… she would probably just feel empty and resentful towards others who held their own.

But even if you didn't choose a deity, you’d still have your creator god - the one who made your race.

To still not believe, was just…wrong. It was completely illogical to even think of leaving the gods; after all, all they had ever done was protect and better their followers under their holy guidance. Perhaps, he was from extremely distant lands that had no concept of religion or common… again, highly unlikely.

Unable to find any logical reasoning behind anything her savour is or does, Feyrith let her head fall back onto the mattress, a tired moan leaving her lips.

It really doesn't help that he resembles a War-Angel in nearly every sense of the name. She inwardly grumbled. Well, since I’m not gonna get any answers wallowing in my own thoughts…here's to hoping the weird sign language we’ve got going can give me something.

Faint pops could be heard as Feyrith pulled herself to her feet, a light groan escaping her mouth. With a quick swipe of her hand, she attempted to make her hair slightly less scruffy, only partially succeeding.

Earlier, she had taken a long and well-deserved bath, scrubbing off all the dried dirt and blood on her body. But sadly, the process had left her hair a fluffy mess, much to her dismay.

Feyrith opened the wooden door to her bedroom, a high pitched squeak emanating from the hinges. Walking into the lounge, she quickly spotted her dark armoured saviour sitting on the couch.

Thinking back to the guild pub earlier that day, Feyrith couldn't pull the image of his pale face from her mind - his skin as white as snow. She only wished he had shown more than his mouth. Ideas of what his eyes were like were flickering in her mind, and it was driving her mad.

With his back turned from her, Feyrith awkwardly shuffled towards him, not entirely sure how to get information in the first place.

But as she began moving to him, he quickly and casually turned around. How did he notice me? I was being quiet, she thought, amazed. Feyrith quickly squashed any dumb ideas that had formed, moving all her attention to the Angel, as he had done for her.

“So… why are you still wearing the helmet?” She questioned, whilst mimicking the action of removing it.

In response, the Angel just shrugged, seemingly understanding her question from her tone of voice and gesture… at least, she hoped so.

She just stared at him blankly for a moment, before grinning mischievously. “I'm gonna see what's under there one day… just you wait!” She said whilst cackling. In return, the armoured figure simply tilted his head to the side.

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She’s a lively one, that's for sure, Alex thought, a small smirk on his lips. He watched, bemused, as the small girl began cackling like some kind of villain.

Then Alex huffed silently. He had wanted to explore the town, this strange new setting he found himself in - but alas, trying to convey his thoughts was painful. Every attempt at communication was like a bunch of drunks trying to play charades at best.

Looking at the translator's progress bar on his hud, he was pleasantly surprised to see it at seventy-five percent completion. Bloody hell… that's working fast, he thought, smiling. Alex decided that a short trip around town would be long enough for it to complete.

Tapping the girl on the shoulder to make sure he had her attention, he began attempting to mime wandering around town, creating a walking motion with his fingers. The girl seemed to understand, nodding.

Next, he pointed at her then himself, then vice versa. She seemed to think for a moment, before coming to a conclusion, a bright smile gracing her features.

Grabbing his arm, she dragged him through the front door and into the small surrounding town.

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Feyrith was ecstatic, it wasn't often someone willingly hung out with her. Something something about her being too hyper when it came to stuff she liked- meh, whatever.

Of course, he kinda needed her to be around, as she knew where everything was and the best spots… but that wasn't the point - no, the point was that he had wanted to do as such, and that he trusted her.

Okay… let's start the walk by going to the west district, then through all the shops, and then across all the walks over th-

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Tarikta sighed as he saw Feyrith drag off another victim. He felt pity for the poor sod, not knowing the error of his actions.

He could still feel the blisters on his feet just thinking about the tediously long walks. A shiver made its way up to his spine as he prayed for the strange darkly-armoured man - as intimidating as he looked, he stood no chance to Feyrith.

He looked over to his drinking buddies in the guild pub, all of them staring intently at the two as they walked down the street. While many of them were just curious, many were highly jealous of Feyriths possessions and rank- Yoltek just being the latest in a long list.

Of course, he was envious too, but he understood the pains and hardships she had gone through to gain such a position - and respected her for it. His only plight with her was her seemingly boundless energy and will to push forward.

Tarikta took a swig from his cherry wheat beer as he looked over to Feyrith’s strange companion. He had been there when she had destroyed the door, shouted obscenities at her guild members for abandoning her, and of course, Yoltek all but pissing himself.

To say he was holding back his laughter would have been an understatement. But through his girlish giggling he had been able to witness the dark armoured behemoth up close, well… relatively close… as close as he’d be willing to get to the man that had nearly hit his head against the doorframe.

The stranger hadn't spoken a single word, but from the way he had carried himself, he seemed to be highly trained. At all times, he seemed to be on high alert, with stiff, yet fluid movements- ready to strike.

Tarikta had been one of the many who had looked at him as he half undid his helmet. To say he was fascinated by his appearance, or at least what had been shown, would have been a major understatement.

Not once in his life had he ever seen skin so pale… it was actually quite unnerving - as if the man was a corpse that had dragged his way out of an abyssal grave. Which… for some odd reason, didn't sound incorrect, as crazy as that sounded.

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Alex continued walking next to the now bubbly girl, earlier that day being too tired to walk. She was truly odd - her personality seeming to switch just as fast as her energy.

Over the course of their walk, they had gone all over the town… or whatever she called it. The lack of available communication was well and truly getting on his nerves at this point, but he knew he had to hold on just a bit longer.

Looking back at the progress bar, he was pleasantly surprised to find the translation had been completed. How the hell did I miss that? He thought incredulously.

Looking over to his companion, whom he still hadn't gotten the name of, he could see that she was leading him to some kind of viewing tower. Interestingly enough, there were spiralling steps on the outside of the construction - wide enough to fit four people in a row, and with safety railings. An odd design to be sure, but still pleasing to look at.

Lagging slightly behind, Alex watched his elven friend happily skip up the stairs. Shaking his head in good humour, he made his way up behind her, in a stiff, careful stride; which in the past had made people mistake him for a combat droid.

Reaching the top of the staircase, a beautiful sight graced him. Alex could see breathtaking mountains and valleys in the far, far distance - while rolling hills of lush forests, and dense, colourful vegetation surrounded the more immediate area- only separated from the town by thick, stone walls. He had seen many wondrous places in his travels, but they were usually filled with buildings, traffic, or warfare… he had never seen anything as pure and untouched by mankind as this.

Ironic really, considering that from what he could tell, humans didn't exist here. He watched as his companion took a seat on one of the many benches at the top of the tower, a glint of joy and mischief in her maple eyes.

Quickly activating the translation protocol, he froze as a flood of information streamed into his mind. Words, sentences, grammar and so on quickly filled his thoughts, overwhelming him momentarily. Blinking harshly at the mild headache it left him, he sat down next to the girl, all while the sun slowly set.

“A marvellous sight, hmm?” He said softly, the odd language leaving his mouth. His voice was still as monotone and emotionless as it had been when he had last spoken, the vocal modulator still active.