[ The Knight doesn't really know where this place is, or what's happening exactly, and the amount of light isn't really amenable to them. It's too harsh; they like darker places.
They haven't been walking very long across the desert (leaving a few dead cacti in their wake - they know where they stand with anything that attacks them, and after the horrors of Hallownest a few walking plants are hardly a threat) before they come across someone.
They stare blankly for a moment (or appear to; their face is expressionless) as they approach. Here is a little creature even shorter than Otus; the points of their horns barely reach Otus' shoulder, though he's seated.
They reach for one of the thorns in Otus' arm before pausing, tilting their head to look at him. Does he want the help? ]
holy shit an otus A+ TASTE
They haven't been walking very long across the desert (leaving a few dead cacti in their wake - they know where they stand with anything that attacks them, and after the horrors of Hallownest a few walking plants are hardly a threat) before they come across someone.
They stare blankly for a moment (or appear to; their face is expressionless) as they approach. Here is a little creature even shorter than Otus; the points of their horns barely reach Otus' shoulder, though he's seated.
They reach for one of the thorns in Otus' arm before pausing, tilting their head to look at him. Does he want the help? ]