Berserk RP

One afternoon, the entire Hawk Group rode in formation, all behind Griffith, with Guts and Casca riding on either side of him as they rode through a battlefield already devastated, the dry earth mixed with dried blood and corpses decomposing for months under a cloudy sky in an atmosphere as heavy and intense as lead. But suddenly, Griffith made a hand signal for everyone to stop galloping, and in that instant, he pointed to the horizon. In the distance, everyone could see a small silhouette that seemed to be... a person? But the silhouette was covered by a black cloak and held the hilt of a sword with a chipped blade, dragging heavily on the ground, which caused everyone to go on full alert. Griffith, however, remained as calm as ever. But when the silhouette got close enough, Griffith tried to start a conversation. Griffith: Hm... hello wanderer, my name is Griffith. It's a pleasure to meet you...