Nox's voice rings out across the field as she trots down the path towards the taller woman. Her armor like a strike of midnight cleaving through the summer sun, the cloak around her shoulders frayed like wisps of shadow behind her. The blackened steel of her helmet betraying no emotion, though the hop in her step was quite telling of her mood.
"I came to assist, I am Dame Nox Valerius. It is a pleasure to properly greet you on this lovely day! I hear we are helping the shepherd first, yes?"
Perla is found standing near an especially rotting part of the shepherd’s fence, her tools to her left and previously prepared wood planks. Her pale armor gleaming under the noon sun.
“Ah, my greetings and thanks, Dame Nox. Yes, that is correct, The Farmer expressed how pressing it was that those fences be mended. Have you any previous experience with woodworking?”