It was an average evening out. The clanking of full plate could be heard as Sir Monette entered the square around the Truce Fountain, wearing his distinctive white armor and blue and gold tunic. He carried his staff, mace, and holy book as normal. His old eyes were darting around, as if looking for something specific.

A jet black raven circled overhead and called out, though the squak sounded oddly more comforting than eerie. It landed on a lamppost and looked at the sky expectantly.

Kimen frowned as he stepped out of the store, realizing that it was already evening. What he had meant to be a quick trip down to Truce turned out to be an all day visit. Now the child had to decide on climbing back up the mountain in the dark or spending the night here. "Hmm..." There were a few options. There was the rundown house, but Mr. Forte didn't like the idea of him staying there. There was Mr. Forte's place, but it didn't seem polite to drop in so late and ask to crash there. And then there was his secret base, but that was the next town over. The child shifted the bundle of fabric in his arms and began walking towards the fountain, figuring he would decide along the way.

Suddenly, there sounds a thunderous crack from above though no clouds hung in the sky. Following short after is a crescendoing scream of pure terror as Derindar plummets from the sky.

A flailing, fully-plated, dark-haired elf comes hurdling out of the sky and slams into the fountain. This causes the somewhat expected exclaimation of, "FUCK!" Derindar rebounds off of the fountain, rolls a few feet, and comes to a stop just a few feet away from Sir Monette.

"Why," Derindar asks in a long, winded groan.

The raven let out a cry and flew away as Derindar bounced of the stone of the fountain and rolled over to the Temple Knight. Monette muttered under his breath as it flew off. That was what he was looking for. As he looked down at Derindar he rolled his eyes. "Elves..." Of course, then he noticed the armor. Monette backed up slightly and seemed to be ready to pull out his mace. "Who are you and di you come here on purpose?"

Kimen's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden cracking sound. The child looked up in confusion at first, after all it had been a clear and sunny all day and there didn't seem to be any storms moving in. She tilted her head to the side as it started to dawn on her that whatever had happened seemed to be happening at the fountain just ahead. Kimen squeezed the fabric tighty, then hurried off in that direction to see what was going on. It wasn't long before she came upon the two men, one vaguely familiar while the other entirely new to her.

Derindar groans as he props himself up on his elbows, attempting to get some form of bearing. His emerald, faintly glowing eyes scanned around the town before finally coming to rest on the knight in front of him. Particularly, the blue and golden colors he was wearing.

"Don't know what kind of magic you folks used to bring me to an Alliance town, or even why you would, but," Derindar grunts, picking himself up off the ground. "I'm not lookin' for a fight, lad. Pub would be nice, though, after a fall like that..."

Sir Monette nodded and relaxed. "Well, judging by the fact that you're not trying to kill me on sight, I have no clue what Alliance you're talking about, and I've never heard of a Zamorakian Elf, you're fine." Monette attempted to examine Derindar's Tabard, but didn't recognize the emblem. "Inn is the the south. Truce accepts any coin shaped thing you have, we have a... diverse population."

Kimen approached the two men, looking to the man from Mr. Edmund's place to the one who just sat up mentioning a fall, "Hey, are you okay Mister? you aren't hurt, are you?" The child knelt down near Derindar, looking him over with concern. "Should I go get the healer?"

Derindar looks incredulous for a moment. He looks at the human for a moment. Then at the colors. Then at the man again. "You're human, you don't know what the Alliance is, and you don't want me dead because I'm not a, er, Zamorpian?" Derindar tilts his head slightly in inquiry. Then Derindar looks down at the child talking to him and thos bright green eyes almost bulge out of his skull, "Okay, wait, what is actually happening right now?"

Monette shakes his head slowly. "Zamorakian. The worshipers of Zamorak, god of Chaos. I assumed from the black armor." Monette glaced back at that tabard, "But examining more closely, I don't know who you are, so you're in the same boat as the rest of us. Long story short, you were thrown into this world away from your own, and there's no going back." The old knight sighed. "I'm sorry."

As the two were talking, a man in a black gothic coat and a silver longsword by his side approached with a raven resting on his outstretched arm. Urik tried to examine how the newcomer held himself and how quickly he recovered. With a shimmer of light across his eyes, he smiled, but allowed the others to talk.

Understanding started to sink in; the man's confusion, the way he was talking about things that other people here didn't know about, and the fact that he was at the fountain. She had seen it a few times. "People call this place the Cleft. It takes people and places from other worlds all the time." Kimen offered Derindar a small sympathetic smile, "I know its a lot to take in and probably pretty hard to accept too."

Derindar blinks slowly, taking that in. He frowns slightly, but nods in understanding. A plated hand comes up to rub at his beard while thinking. After a moment's hesitation, Derindar speaks slowly, "You folks seem alright. You don't want me dead because of what I am and you pointed me towards the pub, so I'm guessing you folks are a lot more friendly than where I from." Derindar nods, beginning to reciprocate the smile Kimen gave him. "Name's Sir Derindar Flamesworn, Blood Knight of... Someplace really, really far away. Just call me Derin."

"Sir Monette, Temple Knight. I highly doubt you would care about Falador or Asgarnia either." Monette shrugged. "You don't seem like the kind of person that would dabble with demons, so we have no reason to distrust you."

Kimen nodded to the man, smiling a little wider. He certainly seemed to be a bit more accepting of his new surroundings than most people who ended up here. This was a good sign to the child. "Alright, Sir Derin. I'm Kimen! Its a pleasure to meet you!" The child reached out his hand to him.

Derindar grins a bit at Sir Monette's comment. "Me? No, lad, I don't dabble with them. Matter of fact, most folks were I come from spend most of their time trying to find ways to kill demons. I'm no exception." He then turns to Kimen and shakes the child's hand carefully, yet firmly. The elf gives Kimen a huge, warm smile, "Great to meet you, Kimen!"

Monette puts on a contemplative look as he examines Derindar. "Is that so...? Well, I know that you just got here, but, there's a guild in Mandala I am part of and Kimen is staying with called the Legio Aurea. If you'd like to continue a career in demon slaying, we wouldn't turn you down." Monette's eyes wander to the man lurking in the shadows. "Speaking of which..."

Urik shook his head. "It's not happening," he said. The black haired man nodded at the Raven who flew off and perched on a nearby building. "I'm not interested in demons. And must you pester the newcomer so quickly?" Without even asking, Urik placed a hand on Derindar's shoulder, and Derindar's bruises and cuts immediately seemed to fade. Urik let go and crossed his arms, looking back at Monette.

The Temple Knight nodded with a sigh. "Very well. But I suppose my trip here wasn't completely wasted still." Monette's gaze went back to Derindar as he raised an eyebrow, "You interested?"

Derindar gives Kimen a little smile as the child pulls away. He turns his attention to the man who approached him and used a spell to heal him, giving him a glance as if to question whether his outfit matched his profession. A small sigh escapes Derindar as his wounds knit themselves back together, however, and he gives the man a grateful grin. "If it's all the same to you," Derindar says, addressing Monette, "I think I'd like to sleep on the offer and get a firmer grasp on what next to do in the morning. This is a helluva lot to take in, lad."

Sir Monette nodded firmly. "I understand. " He looks back at Kimen. "If you have nowehere to stay here, Kimen, I can excort you back to the guild hall. It's too late for you to walk between towns alone."

As Monette's attention was turned, Urik turns his back towards Derindar. "My name is Urik. I'll show you to the inn if you'll be staying around here. The locals won't mind you. New faces are common." He tilts his head slightly, but then shakes off the feeling. "Even if yours is more unique than others."

"Really? That would be very much appriciated if it is not too much trouble for you, Mr. Monette!" It was a bit of a challenge to sneak past the mountain's wildlife in the daytime already and Kimen didn't exactly want to take his chances with them at night. But if Monette was there, the child probably wouldn't have to worry about them so much. He looked to Derindar, the smile never fading from his face, "Take care of yourself, okay?"

Derindar gives Kimen an appreciative smile, "Don't worry, kid, I will. You do the same, alright?" Derindar nods and follows Urik closely, keeping an eye out for the inn. "I see. Well, I'll try to keep out of trouble and I'll figure out something to do."

Urik more warmly tha his attire would let on that he was capable of as the two began walking. "We'll have a good be to talk about. It's been awhile since I've seen an elf. Or another paladin." Urik's Raven landed on his shoulder and let out a caw. Urik chuckled in response. "Yes yes. And we'll get you something too."

Monette took one more look as the two walked away and shook his head before turning his attention back to Kimen. "Very well. I'll make sure that both of us make it back in one peice." He smiled warmly and began to walk north, towards the mountains.

"Mh-hm!" Kimen nodded and waved goodbyre as Derindar and the other set off towards the south, then she turned and followed behind Sir Monette.