"I'm tellin' ye, we're not in Drangleic anymore," Benhart spoke to the masked swordswoman next to him. "The tree's are greener, I dorn't see any undead, and there's not a monster to be seen."

"I still think this is an illusion of some sort, or at least something to do with teleportation," Lucatiel replied, as a soggy leaf was crushed under her boot. "We were both having a drink in Majula, we both fell asleep in our chairs, and we both woke up in the middle of... here."

"If that is the case, 'en I'm willing to bet that damn hag cursed us or somethin'. She always gave me the willies," he went on, muttering about a merchant the two knew as he shifted his enormous, teal-bladed bluemoon greatsword onto a more comfortable position on his shoulder.

The two warriors, long since having become stalwart allies with one another from past adventures, had been arguing like this since they both awoke that morning, underneath a large tree of some sort. Without so much as a word against it, the pair had ventured into the forest that befell them, but to their astonishment, spied no beings that wished to do them harm.

"What's that o'er yonder?" Benhart suddenly spoke, pointing to a nearby clearing with a single tree as something shiny and unlike their green surroundings catching his eye. They both approached it, and saw it was just a Heide knight sitting by the tree's trunk. Lucatiel let out a mildly small snigger escape her lips from behind her steel mask.

"I told you we were still in Drangleic," she said, bumping him on the shoulder. Benhart rolled his eyes and scratched his gray beard in reply while he decided to investigate the knight.

"Strange things, these Heide knights," he said, as he kneeled over on the damp grass to inspect the slightly larger being a little closer, using his large sword as a crutch. "They've been 'round longer 'en most undead, but they're not full hollows. If they were, he'd be attackin' us on sight. Can't imagine what the poor, lost sod's thinkin' 'bout. If I were a bettin' man, I'd say he's trying to remember who he once was."

"I'll never understand this undead curse," Lucatiel sighed, as she ran a gloved hand underneath her mask, where a scar-like patch of green flesh rested on one side of her face, forever reminding her of her own problem. As Benhart stood back up, they both turned their heads to the sound of footsteps

"Do ye hear that?" he asked, turning to his companion.

"Sound's like trouble," the warrior of Mirrah replied. "Let's hide this out and see who they are."

Quickly running back from where the knight sat, the two jumped behind a pair of bushes and shrubbery. They both carefully peeked through the foliage, and saw a yellow shape emerge from the cluster of trees in the background. Benhart made sure that his glistening blade was behind enough of the bushes to not be seen.

"Heavens above!" he mumbled. "Just what in Jugo is 'at?"

"Have you never seen a horse before?" Lucatiel inquired back, gaining a grumpy, but amused look from him. "Though I must admit, I've not seen one of that shape ore size before. This one even has wings, like the pegasi I've heard about in old stories. I thought they would be taller."

"I know what a horse is," he chuckled. "But that... that in't a horse."

"I think it's... saying something..." she spoke again, watching as the creature placed down what appeared to be a bowl of some sort, and open its mouth to the Heide knight. "And is it me, or it attempting to-"

"GOTCHA!" a loud voice shouted from behind them, interrupting Lucatiel.

"Gah!" Benhart bellowed in surprise, turning about and swinging his greatsword in startled reaction. The massive blade cleaved through bushes, branches, and the truck of a tree in a single thrust, narrowly missing a bright blue shape with a rainbow trail following it. The figure flew high in the air as the cut-down tree began to fall and make a thundering noise as it crashed, before looking down at the pair. It looked like the creature they were just looking at, only a different color.

"Hey, wow! Wow! Watch it! It was only a prank!" the blue pegasus spoke, putting her hooves out in a sincere manner. Benhart only looked as if he was about to swing again when Lucatiel took notice of his action.

"Benhart! Stay your blade!" she spoke, putting her hand out to calm him whilst drawing a conclusion before he could perform another attack.

"Easy for ye to say!" the aged warrior replied, pointing to the creature while he looked back to her, his expression showing that he was still recovering from the scare. "Whatever the heck that thing is nearly cause my 'eart to skip a beat!"

"I... I didn't know you didn't like being scared," the pegasus spoke. "Sorry about that."

"Who are ye?" Benhart inquired, as his muscles eased, and let the tip of his sword slowly drop to the ground. "And what do ye want?"

"I'm Rainbow Dash, and I'm a pony," she replied. "I just wanted to start some fun. Who are you?"

"Benhart... of Jugo," Benhart nodded, hefting his weapon over his shoulder again, and using his other, free gloved hand to move his helmet slightly.

"Lucatiel of Mirrah," Lucatiel spoke, tipping the long, front brim of her hat in respect, whilst keeping one hand at the sheath of her Mirrah sword just in case. Rainbow Dash let out a laugh.

"Ten bits says that neither of you are from Equestria," she wagered, before flying slightly past the bushes they were previously hiding behind.

"Bits?" Benhart mumbled to his companion. She only responded by raising a finger to her lips to shush him.

"...You're just like that "Catarina" guy we met yesterday," Dash went on. "If you follow me, maybe we can get some answers for why you're here." She started to fly away, toward the yellow creature by the Heide knight that both now knew was a "pony," who had sensed the commotion, and was looking their way.

"Benhart..." Lucatiel whispered, before the two began walking forward. "I... don't think we're in Drangleic anymore..."