Betty
*The city may certainly have been pleasant, but being one with nature always felt like a necessity to Diao. Scooping water from a lake using a wooden bowl, she struggled against the soft currents, eventually pulling crystal clear water out. A massive golem had begun to create a fire with a porcelain pot, a teabag inside. The clinking of rings rang out as the Fae gracefully strolled back to the fire, pouring the water into the fine white china. The Fae would then attempt to sit cross legged on the ground, but the massive sword dangling from a shoulder hook prevented her. Grabbing it, the cripple would try her best to pull it up, but ultimately needed the assistance of her helper, who easily picks up the large 9 ringed Dadao, setting it next to her.*

"Thank you, protector. We still need a name for you."

"Of course, Diao. It's my job after all."

*The golem's voice seemed to be similar, if not identical, to Diao's but it sounded like more of a vibration, more mystical or bell-like, rather than a human speaking.*
Kenneth
One thing Heysel loved about her magic was the fact that being a little fox allowed her to scurry around fast and mostly undetected. She did just that, through the brush and under fallen logs, her four small legs moving quickly and in sync. She was enjoying herself until that familiar rumble in her gut came, bad thing about being a fake knight and glorified thief, you didn't always have money for food.

Turning her head left, then right provided her with nothing, no smells in the forest of course and so she would have to look for another thing. People. People always had food and if she was lucky she might find some girl who would pity a fox and give it food. Taking another gander at scents and then following it to a clearing. Girl, pot with something nice smelling, check check except for the giant golem. That was not check. That was the opposite of check. Her mind racing a bit Heysel decided she'd have to approach this con like a normal person, literally like she'd done Shanalotte as in not a fox. Taking a few steps to hide behind a tree and returning to herself. 

Now human once more, Heysel swung around the tree and tried to lean on it slyly. "Hello there."
Betty
*Letting the tea steep, Diao started to become slightly hungry. Hm. Maybe a light meal would do some good.*

"Hey, protector. Do you mind if you could get me something to eat? We have a fire going already."

"Of course."

*The fox would easily be able to see the massive golem pick up a large Ji, then wander away from the two. Diao would close her eyes, trying to empty her thoughts. A clear mind gave way to good health.*

*The tranquility was soon disrupted by a sudden voice. 'Hello there.'*

*Immediately, Diao's old fighting instinct kicked in, her eyes suddenly opening, her heart pumping, taking in a deep breath, reaching for the large sword with her left hand...*

*...Until she forgot that she didn't have a left hand.*

*Almost panicking now, a blue outline of a blade began to appear in her right hand as the Fae whirls around, taking a kneeling stance with her right hand pointed to whoever walked in on her, breathing hard and slightly off balance, her eyes containing a fire, burning with a ferocity that might have once matched her physical capabilities, but it was evident that she was no longer physically powerful.*

*The person who walked in on her though, didn't seem to be carrying a weapon of any kind, but she didn't know. For all she knew, the woman could be part of a bandit tribe. She would have to wait for her protector to rush back soon.*

"...Who are you?"
Kenneth
Heysel was more than startled and jumped back, the pack on her back jingling softly as the chimes she tied on it swished. Her hands immediately shot up, she had stored her cuirass and metal armor in the bag and was garbed only in her vibrant red, yellow and orange cloths. 

"Well who am I, I'm Heysel, hello, please don't stab me?" She spoke the last bit as a question due to her inherent fear of death. She wasn't a strong fighter, only a fast one and she preferred not to get injured by this one armed woman or her golem.

"Who might you b-" Heysel was cut off by the grumbling of her stomach. She put a hand to it and laughed sheepishly. "Apologies."
Betty
*The Fae would be breathing hard, too hard for her own good. She wouldn't unsummon her weapon, but would lower it and stand up, partially because her arm was getting tired, then kneeling back down to catch her breath, but never taking her eyes off the woman who stumbled upon her.*

"....Ok Heysel. Mind telling me what you're doing here?"

*Heysel didn't seem to be a strong fighter, but she was certainly stronger than Diao was. Though Diao might have wielded martial knowledge, it was useless without the power behind it. Hence, the sword.*

*Her rumbling stomach told the Fae that she was hungry. Hm. Not a bandit, maybe some kind of wanderer?*

"It's fine. I would prefer you answer my question before-"

***"I BRING FOOD, MISS DIAO!"***

*Diao went silent as her protector emerged from the trees, a rabbit speared on the end of the Fangtian Ji. She hadn't planned on giving Heysel her name, but it seems like the golem had revealed it. Said golem would look at Diao, then back at Heysel.*

"Hello, Miss Heysel."

"......Hello, protector. I see that you've brought food."

"Yes, I have!"
Kenneth
Heysel was about to answer with a sly remark about searching for beautiful maidens like any proper knight but was interrupted by the giant golem bursting from the woods. "Oh hello there I-I guess you know my name now too." To say she was scared would be an understatement, this giant had a very long and sharp spear, an odd looking one but a spear none the less.

"Well I was searching for food you see, I couldn't find any good roots so I guess some leaves will have to do or berries, come to think of it I've seen no berries nearby. . ."

Heysel shifted the weight of her feet and jumped up, snagging a few fistfuls of tree leaves. "So Misses uh Diao, mind if I borrow your pot and fire? If the big one is okay with that?"

More nervous laughter, golems were terrifying.