Jose
Sir Siegfried Krieger
A road leading to Whitton Castle

On the road was a man on horse back, seemingly lost, his skeletal armor clanking, barely holding itself in place, bent, dented, and dirty, the knight wearing it was swaying side to side, visibly exhausted, staring in the distance, "Where am I?" He thought as he pressed forward, only forward, he had been roaming aimlessly for so long he could not remember how long himself.

All he remembered is that he had to get as far away from the Witherlands as he could, and so he had even went past Northwind without knowing, his panicked retreat had somehow managed to bring him past Terresol's borders, he was now heading towards a castle, he did not know who owned it, but he just knew it would be safer here than anywhere else he'd ever been, eventually, not too far from the castle's gates, he slipped off of his mount's back, falling to the ground heavily, the horse just staying where it was, next to it's fallen master.
Connie
Lady Eyva Whitton
Whitton Castle gates.

The unusual situation that had occurred at the castle gates had gained some attention. A watchmen stationed at the keep's gates had alerted a few within the castle, Eyva was one of those few. Perhaps she would not have heard of this stranger if she had not been in the courtyard. The horses had been brought from the stables as Eyva had intended to go on a small hack with a few other members of the house hold. As she waited patiently for the horses to be readied, she had caught news of this stranger near the gates. 

The gates were open already when she approached them, and in the near distance she saw what appeared to be a horse and its rider, though its rider was on the ground. Precariously she approached the duo, though with caution. She pulled the marbled grey furs on her shoulders tighter around her almost defensively as she stopped a few yards away from him. Her eyes drifted between them both, noting that the mans armour (from what she could see of it) was damaged, dirty and had clearly seen better days. 

"Are you well?" She asked, her brows furrowed in concern. She moved down into a crouch to be on a similar level to the man, though still keeping her distance.
Jose
Sir Siegfried Krieger
Whitton Castle Gates.

The armored man panted heavily as he was laying on the ground, moving his head to look at his surroundings, as his ears had caught the sound of approaching footsteps, he could only see her from the corner of his eye, he held his side and hissed a bit from the pain he only now realised he felt, he listened to what she said and took quite a while to answer her question, but eventually he did nonetheless

"I wouldn't say so m'lady" He was exhausted and it hurt, but he was still a knight and had to keep his manners no matter what, he kept looking at her as well as he could from his position, now she could notice that his armor had quite the strange shape, even though it was damaged it was fairly easy to guess it was built to look like a skeleton, especially the helmet's faceplate, the horse too was wearing armor, but it didn't look as damaged as the knight on the floor, who spoke once again after taking in a deep breath
"May I ask you this? Where am I?" An understandable question for his situation, at least from his point of view, the horse didn't seem to be bothered by the situation in any way, and remained at it's place next to the knight