The Dark Knight had again sent his wave ahead, as he stooped down and cleaned his blade of the crimson liquid. He paused and then turned at the sound of his name- another Knight? His eyes narrowed as he was about to brandish his blade when he noted the position of it. He relaxed his attacking stance for a moment until he finished listening to her. So, she wanted to talk...this, Kerrah person. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head a bit, letting the sweat away from his face. He flexed his gauntlets a moment and then choose that moment to speak to her, his eyes turned to her's.<br/><br/>"Kerrah of the Dark Knights...you are not under his power either," Drak'thar spoke calmly, yet lowly so that only the two could hear. He didn't want another knight to overhear them. The knight placed the sword in its scabbard as he turned to her again, "Where do you propose that we speak in private around here? It would only serve to kill us here." He then turned and looked around a moment for survivors, just in case they were being watched, "Kerrah, we should speak after this unpleasant business. But we should keep on the outlook for others."<br/><br/>He slipped the helmet on again and spoke one last time, "While we do so, we'll have to keep killing. It's almost over." He pulled Lightning's Edge from his back and pointed it over in a direction towards an exit of the village that had not been too badly damaged by the fire, "We can meet up that way after the battle." The currently stood in the middle, with a cracked well that was likely poisoned by blood and whatever those alchemists of the Dark Knights threw down wells. He had a feeling it was the only one in the village. So it was best to pick a landmark that they could easily remember.