<em>Amidst the beauty of the flower-filled garden, the participants in this chance encounter would find their callings, even if they didn't know it quite yet.  But Fate has a funny way of making itself known in the most uneventful happenings...</em><br/><br/>As the six wanderers gather in the field, the two silhouettes slowly come into view under the clouds, becoming more than just shadows in the distance.  The taller of the two was male, and seemed to be wearing gilded armor of white and gold.  Underneath it all, one could see more formal white clothing with hints of light blue, hastily donned from the looks of it.  While his appearance was hidden under armor for the most part, his visible skin seemed to be be of a healthy pigment. Eyes of purest blue sat below bright blond hair.  A spear of impressive size was hoisted upon his back, and a compact dagger was sheathed upon his belt.  Very high-quality boots cover his feet. "protecting" him from flowers underfoot.  Though the others can't hear him, someone straining their eyes could definitely see his mouth moving almost non-stop, establishing him as a talkative individual. Just as he's spotted, he spots the others (save for the camouflaged half-elf), and he waves  in the general direction of the crowd, looking quite friendly.<br/><br/>The shorter individual leading him was an entirely different matter altogether.  In stark contrast to the male's seemingly expensive clothes, she was dressed in a simple, stitched-together hide shirt, with a slightly more impressive layered skirt beneath that.  Her skin, while also more-or-less unmarred, was remarkably pale.  Above her modest clothing, she chose to wrap herself in a simply leather cloak, fluttering as a strong wind blew past her, also causing the flowers to sway to and fro.  An unremarkable hazel eye peers directly ahead, its twin covered by multiple bandages, leaving it hidden to all.  A mass of black hair blows about in the wind, easily reaching her lower back in sheer length.  A simple pair of rag-tag shoes is all she has to her name, with nary a weapon to be seen. Unlike her counterpart, she doesn't seem to acknowledge the others in the slightest, simply ignoring her words as if she's concentrating on something else entirely.<br/><br/>She continues walking forth, stopping just short of the crowd as she peers upwards at the clouds, as if expecting something to fall.  The male, true to his personality, speaks once more, questioning her acts.<br/><br/>"Raes...uh...we have company, you know? I mean, they seem nice enough. Come on, this is your chance to make some friends!"<br/><br/>"Here, then...? Yes.  The dog's stench precedes her steps...And sure enough..."<br/><br/>It was then that another silhouette could be seen in the distance, slowly approaching the mass of the others.  She walked incredibly slowly, just barely shuffling along the ground.  With ever movement, the light clank of metal armor sounds out amongst the relative silence of the night.   Something's off about her movement, however. It seems forced, almost robotic...like her movement was entirely forced, only moments away from giving out.  Upon closer inspection, she possessed locks of golden-blonde hair, fair skin, though it seemed scuffed and lightly scratched.  Intricately carved armor covers her vulnerable areas, and a large two-handed axe is in her hand, though her grip is loose.   When looking in her eyes, it seemed as though she couldn't see any of the people ahead as she progressed through the field, staring off into something else, some private memories...She resembled a walking shell of a woman more than anything else, and just like a puppet, she suddenly collapsed to her knees, her weapon clattering to the ground with her.  Even then, her gaze is fixated upon the ground, no real semblance of life remaining...