The two coursers were laid upon the flowers in slumber, no longer leaning upon the spirit they had originally been in an embrace with. The set of skeletons still protected their bodies in their slumber, and the scene around them had not returned to the noise from before. It was peaceful... until the sound of a concerned spectral voice echoed through their skulls.

"Are you two lads still alive? Hello?"

Terrence peeked open an eye first, expecting a bright light- of course, seeing as they were still within the moor, it didn't come. Instead, he caught witness to a spectral being with very long ears waving at him with a small smile. There was also a larger man behind the spirit, also a ghost by the looks of him, but with much shorter ears and much larger teeth.

Janus made a small noise as he opened his eyes, muttering to himself. "What- we're alive, yeah. Why wouldn't we be-" He stopped when he opened his eyes, seeing the two humanoids in front of them. A tall elf with long hair and blank eyes, wearing the symbol of a deer on a necklace, and an surprisingly skinny orc with intimidating tusks and a large boar plastered across the shield he held.

"Uhm... are we... in your way?" Terrence offered, pointing at themselves on the ground with his hoof before trying his best to get up without crushing any of the flowers. Surprisingly, when his body was picked up, the flowers he had been laying on looked unaffected, as if he had never touched them at all. What was affected of course, was Terrence's still-injured hoof. He hissed slightyl as he got up, but tried not to make a big fuss. Janus raised an eyebrow at the strange movement of the flowers while Terrence talked with the two spirits, not to mention that the small amount of blood that came from Terrence's wound seemed to slide right off of the petals.

The elf spoke with a small smile. "Ah, not at all, lad! Me and my friend here were just a bit worried is all. Two living beings of the era in the battlefield of the dead isn't a normal sight, you see." Terrence nodded, looking at the two and then looking at Janus, pulling him a little closer. "Well- uh, we were actually trying to find the way out. We were attacked by a monster and chased this direction and now we can't seem to find an end to all of these flowers."

"Hm. Little Living Coursers not meant to travel the golden fields in one day." The orc huffed, and the elf nodded directly afterward. "Oh yes, if you two start from here, you might be able to find the end by the time exhaustion kicks in, but from the other side of the field? Not likely." There was barely a pause before the spirit continued speaking. "However, there is no longer any need to fear! I, Rhantir the Benevolent and my friend, Yvon the Mighty, soldiers of the great war of Galatea, shall accompany you safely to the edge of the fields!" He gave a dramatic bow at the end of his statement.

"Well, look at that. Ghost bodyguards." Terrence chuckled, but Janus only rolled his eyes. "Bodyguards for what? Disembodied voices and depressing child ghosts?"

In that moment, the group heard a powerful huff from somewhere in the fields, something that the two coursers couldn't even see let alone identify. "I... retract my statement." Janus said plainly, before turning to the two spirits. "It's nice to meet you Rhantir, Yvon. My name is Janus, and that's Terrence. We'll happily take any help that you can give us."

"Nice meeting Coursers. We move, little time." Yvon stated plainly, and nobody was in any room to argue. They moved back onto the large path between the fields and began walking in the direction that Janus and Terrence had been walking before they got distracted.

Terrence wasted no time in bragging about his accomplishments and how wonderful the job of a dungeoneer was to the two spirits, and thankfully for him both of them were rather appreciative of his stories. Janus, however, didn't talk nearly half as much, feeling that same sort of uneasy feeling that had occured back in the hallways. He heard the sound of a set of hooves again, one unlike his or Terrence's... but not the hoofsteps of that horrible creature either, thank the stars.

Janus turned his head as he walked, catching a glimpse at the spirit behind them. They stayed to the flowers, a spectral courser apparently being the only thing that could distrub the flowers for too long, actually crushing the little blooms under its hooves. Janus couldn't tell anything about the spirit- its entire body was covered in cloth and metal, very similarly to the humanoid that sat on top of them- more armor than flesh. The armored humanoid held a shield which bore the symbol of two coursers biting the necks of one another, a familiar sight to Janus at this point.

It continued to walk towards them, and Janus turned around to interrupt one of Terrence's long-winded stories. "Hey, Yvon, Rhantir? Do you know that guy?" Immediately, Yvon turned around with a glare. "What guy-" He then caught sight of the spectral courser as well. His frowned, turning around and grabbing Rhantir by the sleeve. "Rhantir. He's back." The elf turned at the statement. That left Terrence to be the last one turning, making a small humming noise as he turned. "Back? Who's back?"

The two humanoid spirits on the courser's side moved to be in front of them, It was something that seemed extremely practiced. Janus, in turn, moved to stand next to Terrence. Both of the coursers looked to each other, unsure if they should be running in this moment as the spectral courser got closer and closer to them. However, thankfully, they stopped far enough away to where a sword wouldn't hit them if he was to bare steel, angled in a way to where the armor on top of the courser could look at them, but not the courser itself.

The armored spirit on top of the courser spoke, its voice gravelly and dark, pointing to the party of spirits and coursers. "That ain't your steed, needle ears. Yours neither, brute." Janus immediately rolled his eyes. It seemed that even spirits weren't above calling each other dumb yet insulting names. Rhantir didn't seem phased as he stood between the living coursers and the spectral duo.

"No, but I shall have you know that these two were left without riders in the middle of the battlefield. Even someone as daft as you should know that something so idiotic is well within the realm of cruelty. Besides, these two are willingly accompanying us on our little walk, they're rather pleasant unlike you."

A growl. The armored spirit pulled out his sword, turning his steed to face the four creatures more directly. "They'll stay here. Those two belong with the spirits of the coursers and of the kingdom. They are not to be by your side, and they are not to leave this place."

Terrence leaned over, peeking from behind the elf's shoulder. "We're still alive, you know." Janus leaned over the opposite shoulder of the orc's, adding onto the statement. "Alive and well within our right to make our own descisions, thank you." The spirit didn't seem keen to listen, but it was a sign for Yvon to step forwards even further, the orc spirit standing in front of both the coursers and Rhantir before pulling out a large greataxe from seemingly nowhere.

"You will leave us to our travels, unless you want you and your courser to be sent into the next afterlife." The coursers behind the orc looked at each other for another moment, this time as if to question whether or not a second afterlife existed. Based in reality or not, it seemed to be enough to get the armored one to stand down, putting his sword away with a huff.

"You shall regret this vile act against our blessed coursers. Denying them a life with their ancestors. When I next see you without the brute, needle ears, you shall learn what it is like to suffer in death." And with that, the spectral courser and its rider turned around, walking into the fields before disappearing into thin air.

The elf spirit sighed, crossing his arms and shrugging slightly. "What a godsdamned lunatic. I thought most of us had agreed to stay out of the living folks' business, it was the Harvester's orders to not meddle with the coursers of the dungeon. Serves to show that even the words of the Harvester can fall on deaf ears."

"So you two do know him?" Janus asked, and Rhantir nodded. "In a sense, yes. However we had only met in death. He's under the delusion that he must bring all living coursers to their death within the battlefield during the time when the veil of reality is most vulnerable. Something about 'uniting the kingdom oncemore' or whatever nonsense he decided to spew. This isn't the first time he's attempted to kill a living thing in here, but thankfully there hasn't been a time yet where we haven't caught him."

"Well at least he's gone, right?" Terrence asked, walking out from behind the two to once again be at equal standing with them. "Yeah, for now." Janus snarked, already beginning to continue his walk in the direction they had established. "But it's not exactly a smart idea to keep still around here. What if some other smart guy decides to try and take our souls away?"

Yvon nodded once. "Little chimera Janus is right, We keep moving before more trouble finds us." Seems he once again was one of the voices of progress. He banished his spectral greataxe into the nothingness, before following behind Janus and pulling Rhantir with him. Terrence, unable to be dragged by the ghost, simply felt the chill run down his body as the orc lightly tried to tap him forwards.

The group continued down the path, the yellow flowers on either side still seeming infinite in their size. No matter, they would find the exit eventually.