"By the Flame, that is disturbing. Alright, clear the house, check your corners. Omen, Onyx, go right. Garion, with me." Glint begins moving through the house offering help to Garion in investigating

Onyx nods and begins heading in his direction, sword and shield at the ready. He scans the rooms unsettled by the eerie quiet. "I dislike this. To think all of these lands were affected so."

A visible shiver gos down Garrion's body as he walks into the house. He tries to formulate something to say, but just says "Alright" and begins to start a sweep of the house, checking around the bodies last. Investigation: 28 

Omen follows his orders but find it hard to take his eye off whay is before him.

"What evil causes such a thing?"

Omen and Onyx travel through the rooms on the right. The house seems in order, as though it was caught in a snapshot of a moment. There's food on the table that, despite being there for almost four years, appears untouched. Nothing has been touched by rot or decay.

In one of the guest rooms, the two knights see an elven women lying, as though asleep, on the bed, dressed as a knight of the Silver Flame. Sir Omen recognizes her as Sir Jimena.

Surprised by this revelation, Omen will call out to Sir Glint.
"Sir Glint. We have found something, or someone rather." he calls. 
Omen approaches the elven knight and looks as close as he can to see if she is breathing.

Investigation: 12

"Alright, hold position we're moving your way!" Glint motions for Garion to move with him to support their fellows

"Reflect the Light of the Flame..."

Jimena gradually regains her consciousness when the vile darkness before her eyes slowly dissipates. Light, flame, sacredness, purity, demons...thousands of words flood her mind with overwhelming swiftness. Some of these words originate from a exotic language that she faintly recalls to learn, but she finds these words relaxing when she attempts to utter them silently.

She hears the sound of strange voices conversing with each other and the noise disrupts her train of thought. She opens the gray pair of orbs that currently contains a polychromatic hue, when her gray locks of neatly parted hair turned into white strings, without her knowledge. She remains silent while trying to grasp the necessity of the situation.

"Alright," Garrion says, showing his hands and that his is not holding a weapon. "We are members of the Knights of the Silver Flame. Who are you? And how did you get here?"

Jimena stares at the strangers with a haunted look in her eyes. Her expression has been transforming from something of a distant alignment to an exhibition of confused state. She doesn't remember her name as well as the cause of her presence. She fidgets with a necklace which depicts a silver arrowhead etched with the symbol of a flame while attempting to recall something...anything.

Omen turns and looks at Sir Garrion and says "This is Sir Jimena of the Silver Flame." and gives a slight bow. 

Sir Glint moves to her and attempts to cast lesser restoration to see if it will help Jimena recover more quickly "Easy now, we're here to help"

Jimena stands up and bends her knees with one foot in front of other in order to greet the allied group of new-comers. That may seem like a formal gesture similar to a 'curtsy', but the concept of formal acknowledgement might not make sense to the knight, after the unfortunate event.

She doesn't feel better when one of the knights offers some kind of magical assistance, something is wrong with her. She decides to retrieve her weapon and gears from the adjacent room and asks the party:

"Have you succeeded in the task of retrieving the machine? I can offer you all a secure passage back to Thrane, that's my responsibility."

Onyx looks down on the woman. "How are you alive when there is no one else in this village? The mists wiped out all of my people. How is it that you are simply laying here asleep?" His hand lays on his sword, clearly disturbed by the somehow still living woman in front of him. 

"I don't understand what you mean, why would the inhabitants of Cyre leave their homeland?"- Jimena replies to the person who's been dressed as a knight while asking him another question in return. The information of mists causing mass cleansing seems unusual, but the thought severely disturbs the peace of her mind.

"I lost consciousness as a result of some kind disaster which is currently beyond my understanding. Who are you and how does your fellow templar recognize me?"

"My name is Omen" the young knight tells Sir Jimena. "I was a squire to the Knights of the Silver Flame when they came here on a mission of some import. Forgive me but I do not have much memory of what transpired but it does come back to me from time to time. I believe my masters were introduced to you and I was there at that introduction. That is how I know your name, or so I believe." 
The young knight makes a slight bow. 

Jimena seems impressed at the act of continuous display of honor by the young knight, she appreciates the act by performing another curtsy. She flashes him a broad smile that reaches her eyes to prove the authenticity of the polite smile, then she continues to speak,

"An agreeable man like you should be recommended for the honor of knighthood, and most importantly a promotion to higher rank. You are excused, don't bother yourself with the niceties, Sir Omen? I faintly recall the introductory meeting."

Garrion takes a couple steps back and whispers to Glint, "She doesn't seem to know about, well, you know." He does some vague motioning with his hands, "Do you want to tell her?"

Glint looks and Garion, then Jimena, then he nods "M'lady we regret to inform you that you are caught up in the middle of the Mournland... A section of land wracked by a sudden and total, or rather near total, extinction of the people's herein." He bows deeply "We of the order were sent to investigate and recover you and your fellows."

"Mournland?"- Jimena exclaims with wonder what seems like a question directed at nobody in particular, while she attempts to understand the gravity of the situation. She has clenched and unclenched her fists when one of the templars described the condition of the place, then she has grabbed the handle of her Warhammer and moved to the next room where the remnants of the Lord Corus, Lady Corus and their daughter remain almost in an intact state.

Although she wears a elegantly tailored yet heavy Chain Mail and wields multiple weapons, her movement is not hampered by the weight of her gears. She examines the outside of the mansion through an open window, then inspects the former inhabitants of the place. It's evident that she's trying to suppress the public display of expression and concern. 

"How did this happen? Please, tell me everything."