So the rumors were indeed true; there really 'were' undead lurking about the area, as well as an undead city. Such words had not only been drunken tavern stories of old-wives tales. At the clarification of such news, a feeling of worry came upon Ha Neul, in concern for the wellbeing of this realm. How things had escalated such much out of control within the desert was a mystery to her. Initially, she'd felt quite worried regarding the safety of the somewhat naive elf and the animals accompanying her, yet, now unexpectedly coming across the battlemage, she pondered if she would be able to additionally receive her assistance, in order to improve the safety of those accompanying her. Ha Neul had a great desire to investigate the cause of such a catastrophe, as well as a possible solution. Yet, her goal was also to do so without losing any close casualties, that she may remain guiltless. Still, however, even if the battlemage would agree to assist, based on her words, things within the undead city would still be very dangerous due to it's great and constantly replenished numbers of undead hordes.

After some contemplation, she finally acknowledged the sun elf upon her shoulder, who was holding the cape above her head, which ironically enough did help somewhat against the excruciatingly hot sun. "I've met her from the same place I met you." She answered nonchalantly, before continuing her conversation with the battlemage elf, "Agreed, let us return back to the shade, less the sun will have slain us long before any undead will even have an opportunity to." With that, she turned around, and began a slow tread back to her original shaded location before entering the desert. "Why have you ventured here?" She additionally inquired in the midst of her walk.

At the red haired battle mage's reply, Ha Neul rose a curious eyebrow. "Something?" She repeated back, an intrigued tone. "Something like a relic of some sort?" There were a number of magical relics within the ancient city, Ha Neul could guess, most of which were long lost in time, and deemed by world to forever remain so. The appearance of such an ancient city, while it undoubtedly presented great danger, also presented great opportunity for those with a mind daring enough to seek it. If the undead city suddenly ceased to exist, then undoubtedly, everything else along with it would also disappear, including it's precious relics. Although, Ha Neul had a curiosity concerning what kinds of relics possibly resided within such an ancient place, that was not her main priority. Still, since the battlemage also had a mind to also visit the city of the undead, despite the fact that their intentions were obviously different, then it would be a benefit both for Ha Neul and for her, to assist one another in the venture.

At the elven battle mage's second question, Ha Neul delayed her answer for a time, contemplating on exactly how to answer the question. "I suppose there are large differences between certain elves, though I myself am still trying to work out exactly what those differences are." She began in a rather musing tone, "This elf's kind in particular, were apparently hunted and enslaved for their blood. Though, unlike you, she took to making the forest her permanent refuge, in order to avoid humans altogether. I convinced her, that such a life of permanent exile, was not one worth living, and that not all humans were evil. And now, here we are."

As they approached the comforting shade of the trees, away from the burning heat of the desert, Ha Neul made a sigh of relief. The shoulder riding elf had kissed her on the lips, yet Ha Neul's facial expression had changed little to none in response. "Apparently she has grown fond of me.." She finished, watching as the elf went to feed the accompanying animals. In truth, Ha Neul herself didn't know whether she felt the same fondness of the elf, as the elf shared for her. But nonetheless, Ha Neul did have a desire to help the elf in her unfortunate predicament. Oftentimes, she regretted the situations where her morals ended up leading her, yet as a soldier who had lived to serve others in the past, such morals were something that had managed to naturally find their way into her very blood.

Ha Neul listened curiously as the battlemage explained in more detail exactly what she was in search for within the temple, as well as the explanation concerning dark elves. To have humans hunting elves was one thing, yet to have elves hunting other elves was entirely another. It appeared there was indeed much more to learn about the species, than Ha Neul had thought. Such encounters served as a constant reminder that she still had so much more to learn within this world, despite the large amount of knowledge she'd managed to accumulate throughout her years. Learning seemed as if it'd would be a never ending endevour; whenever she fell into the illusion of believing he had enough knowledge of this world, newer information would present itself, in order to prove such assumptions otherwise. Still, Ha Neul quite enjoyed the endevour, for it was a entertaining pastime, and kept her mind active, as well as her curiosity.

Taking a seat upon a nearby rock, she eventually gave a reply to Willow, "Well, whatever you are searching for within that temple, you have no competition, for I have no use for such relics or magics," She spoke with a smirk, using her thumb to point to the large claymore upon her back.

Upon listening to the other elf's inquiry, Ha Neul first accepted the water sack, and took a drink of the fruit-like beverage. She had not drank much of it, however, consuming only about a small cup-sized amount from the sack. It was quite a feat, considering she had also walked through the excruciating heat of the desert without drinking anything, and had additionally already been travelling throughout the lands on foot, even before entering the desert. Whether she really wasn't that thirsty, whether it was her training as a soldier which allowed her to endure such harsh conditions, or whether she was purposely self-conditioning her body through such actions, was as good as anyone's guess.

"No," Ha Neul eventually answered back, rather bluntly, as she handed the canteen back to it's owner, her facial expression becoming rather serious. "That is the problem; The desert should 'not' be that way. Yet something has become unstable here, in order to cause such a catastrophe." Letting her words settle, she paused as she gazed out towards the nearby desert ahead, with an expression of deeply concentrated thought. "I've witnessed a similar occurrence before. Without a doubt, powerful magic of some sort is the culprit of this disastrous mess. Yet, exactly what kind of powerful magic that is, and the source of it's power, I am unaware of."

Turning her attention back to the battlemage again, she would finally make her intended request, "Cloaking is wise, and undoubtedly the safest method in order to avoid the undead threats roaming about the place. You have my assistance for your book. Perhaps, however, you would also be interested in assisting me with something, as well? I have come here in order to find the source of this undead catastrophe, and bring it to a end if possible."

At the battlemage's agreement to assist, a pleased smirk appeared across Ha Neul's face. The stated speculation that the culprit of this undead catastrophe could most likely be a powerful necromancer or Lich of some sort, indeed seemed logical enough in her eyes. Regardless of whoever or whatever the culprit truly was, without a doubt, the castor held dangerously tremendous proficiency with magic. Very few could boast enough magical proficiency, in order to be able to conjure such an widespread and catastrophic event. They would not be dealing with some amateur necromancer, capable of raising up a few dozen undead bodies, but an entity with the capability to rise entire legions of seemingly endlessly supplied reinforcements of undead. As the battle mage began to meditate, Ha Neul took that as her cue to stand, in order to locate a resting place of her own, before nightfall came.

Watching as the blonde elf also located a suitable place of slumber, Ha Neul released a light smile at the scene, as she watched the elf lay in between the bear and fall fast asleep. The whole ordeal was quite innocent and childlike. Innocence was something rare to see in this world nowadays.
Walking some distance away, in order to somewhat isolate herself from the group, she found a tree just out of reach from the burning environment of the desert. Removing the large claymore that was strapped around her back, she placed it on the ground next to her, for quick retrieval if needed in the future. Sitting down with her back against the tree trunk, she folded her arms, listening to the sounds of the the huge spider and bird, as they went about their 'guard' duties, while she stared out into the desert, in deep contemplation.

Contemplating the various risks and possibilities which could occur, once the group would set out on their nightfall venture into the undead city, Ha Neul did her best to prepare strategies for the inevitable dangers that were bound to occur in the future, in order to hopefully avoid grave injuries or even fatalities. Naturally, in the midst of her various contemplations, memories of her previous world also arose. It was times like these, where her mind seemed to be most at peace.
Quite often, she made time to separate herself from others, in order to bask in the freedom of isolated deep contemplation. For the more social, such isolated moments may have seemed like self-torment, yet for Ha Neul, these moments were precious opportunities required to clear and refresh the mind. She continued to remain in this state of deep contemplation for quite some time, allowing her eyes to naturally shut themselves slowly overtime in the midst of this process. Eventually she would drift into a peaceful slumber, in preparation for the looming dangers of the near future.