A weary sigh broke past her lips as soon as Lune blinked, lowering the blade down until the tip touched the earth
"I'm still not sure if it's you or not. Can barely understand what I'm looking at." Fiora admitted. The fact she lot track of the inner power struggle only put her more at edge than ease, but if one thing she's sure of: Somebody won.
Hopefully It was Lune and not the imposter, yet given the lack of any subtlety their foe had, she didn't think too far ahead for that matter, let alone how the mists merely decided to dissipate and return to the weapon. A cool detail, one probably the grape-head was responsible for.
Before Fiora could even get to touch the limp knight, her attention went back to Lune as she claimed there to be more,
"We did what we have to, anything else is extra." And an extra that doesn't pay on top of that. However, checking on the person seemed to be like the least they could do, even if her suspicions ran high that they accidentally murdered him.
And it's when Fiora flipped him to the side that the helmet fell off, revealing there to be nothing above it's pale neck, the blood long dried out and the wound that decapitated him was pitch-black, with nothing but rotten flesh visible.
"...This explains why he wouldn't go down that easily, huh." Her eye shifted over to her partner's arm, as if connecting the dots already that the weapon had -something- to do with it, and the purple-head had a clue already on where to look, based on her warnings,
"It was dangerous before, it's still dangerous now. So let's go pay a visit to your hair stylist, two of us is better than one." She stood back up, sheathing her sword back, folding her arms against her chest, figuring Lune would be the one to know where to move next.
Better this than to deal with Chamsae, that's for sure.
It was a pathless destination straight through the darkness. Duunstad had many dangers awaiting those who follow it's roads, which only emphasizes how reckless their journey would be. Despite there being a clear direction for Lune to follow, it didn't make it any easier to traverse this twisted lands. Their only respite being the quietness with which they are met along the way.
Not a single noise, no marks on the trees, no eyes within the bushes. It's as if no animal dared to follow a bee-line like they did, and the life within Duunstad itself decided it was unhospitable enough. It wouldn't be long until they clashed with the mists once again, yet the haze lacked it's distinctive purple. Alarming, but nothing Fiora couldn't shrug off given it would offer no resistance. Quite the contrary in fact; It invites them.
As deep beneath the fog, civilization arises, with lanterns hanging from every house, and the many of it's villagers going back and forth with their lives. Fathers, daughters, sons and mothers, their eyes never peeling from their tasks, some more mundane than others, some more fun, given the many little ones running around for what must be a game of tag.
None seem to be concerned with the murky waters nor the slithering beasts within, their golden gazes almost felt like a warning whenever it reached their direction, much like the hooded rangers which had their bows trained on them now the moment they got a little too closer...
Fiora's hand rested idly over her sword's pommel. No one seemed to want to do a first move and that's clear, and yet there was no one sounding any sort of alarm. Far from it, the guardians of this village were far more keen on waiting with trained eyes on both of them, at least until one of them finally stepped from within the rightmost hut and jumped down onto the mud, the hood pulled off by gravity alone to reveal his scarred visage.
"My apologies, I didn't tell them two of you would arrive, so they are obviously at edge." He bowed his head lightly, hands behind his back as he kept a fair distance between the duo and himself "I'm Oros, the one who spoke to you only a few hours ago. I'm glad you could make it, and in one piece nonetheless."
"You make it seem like you two know eachother." She cut straight to the fishy part of the conversation, specially given the lack of details thus far. Even without a set of arrows aiming to skewer them, it didn't make her any more comfortable knowing things are amiss between Lune and this man.
"Not at all. But I figured Moonsong already told you a little of the circumstances, correct?"
"What did you just say?-" Her head quickly turned back to Lune with a questioning frown painted all over her face, as if the woman had been the imposter the whole time and the real Lune died back then with the sword, "You..?"
"Drama I wasn't aware of..?" He covered his lips, shameful of awakening what must be either old scars or merely a reveal not yet to be made. "Oops..? But this is no time to stand idle infront of the village. If there's anything to be discussed, we should do so in private. It's dangerous around this time." A little lie, but one to try and defuse the situation a little.
Which was something that didn't entirely work, as even Oros's words weren't enough to convince Fiora to keep her golden eye from the purple-silver head right now, something that felt almost remarkable to point out in her mind given the similarity with this Oros person. But she let that die off, if anything, because it didn't make a difference to her: only that there was an unecessary lie, really.
Oros guided the pair down the central bridge, the closest to the water and the one that practically connects with the rest of the compact village, spreading akin to branches from a tree, which matched the fact some of the largest of them were used as a home.
"The people from Duunstads does not know of this place, so I trust you two will keep it a secret. For their sake and ours..."
Falderen,
Light's Hope: The Village in The Mists,
Night.
@Lune 
