Ha Neul continued her glare for a little while longer, before her eyes eventually softened, communicating that she had again went back in her own world of deep thought, in response to the question. "Why am I here?" She repeated back in a low mumble, while looking up at the sky. "I suppose for a multitude of reasons. For too many than you have time for."

Her gaze traveled back down to Hakon again, before continued with her answer. "However, one could say, i'm here for the stories of the man, whose seen far too many years, and drank far too much ale at the tavern."

She allowed the words to settle for a bit, before eventually returning her own question. "And why are you here? If you were looking to battle against the entire army of Adeluna, I regret to inform you, that you've taken a wrong turn. Everything here is already pretty much dead, and there's nothing left for you to swing your sword at, Mi' Lady." The final set of words, 'Mi' Lady' bled with obvious sarcasm, while Ha Neul additionally performed a jesting royal-like bow.

Ha Neul found herself rather disappointed by Hakon's answer. It may have been a story, however one Ha Neul had a curiosity of hearing. Reflecting upon herself, however, she'd realized that she'd done the same thing as well on multiple occasions. Perhaps it was karma of the sort. Ha Neul had been caught off guard by the grasp, however as there was no aggression to it, she found herself compliantly following along in agreement. At the touch of the beast, the feathers felt rather soft and comforting to her, completely contrary from the outside demeanor of the beast on first impression. At the clacking of the beak, her eyes somewhat widened with caution. She wanted to ensure the thing didn't go wild and suddenly bite her hand right off her arm or something, similar to how seemingly docile dogs do before suddenly turning aggressive on people without reason. She was used to fighting such beast, not petting and peacefully interacting with them. The whole thing was rather new for her. Perhaps there were a few worthwhile things to experience in this barbaric land after all.

As she watched the beast stride off, she gently smirked. It was a humorously odd behaving creature at times, to her. Some moments, it appeared to wait with unwavering loyalty, until a command from it's owner, while other times like these, it seemed to also have a kind of mind and freedom of it's own will. Folding her arms, and continuing to observe the beast as it strode off, in a casual tone she inquired, "Those wings, are they just for show, or do they actually fly?" She switched her attention, now taking a careful observation of the sky. "And do 'you' actually fly? In all that heavy clad plate armor? I'd be surprised if the creature didn't go crashing to the ground like a chicken with all that weight."

She took mental note of Hakon's additional remarks concerning further tactics for the fighting against the undead. So she 'also' seemed to know a thing or two about fighting against the unliving. Ha Neul was also rather surprised by the simplicity of Hakon's answer. Assuming Hakon would make no such remark, unless she actually had an ability to do such things herself, she teased " So you 'are' able to do more than just swing a sword, eh? That will be interesting to watch." Her mind however, was now settled on the phrase concerning, 'Holy Risen'. She had heard rumors of evil and ill-intended entities coming back to life, but not of holy or good things coming to life, as well. It was quite new information for her, and an odd enough phenomenon to even make even Ha Neul ponder the reason for. "I haven't heard anything concerning 'Holy Risen'.." She finally admitted, "However, I suppose I will tonight, won't I?" At her final statement, she turned her attention down from the sky, back to her new armored companion. Her head was slightly tilted, as she turned to look at Hakon, which revealed something quite unusual and greatly unexpected. Her facial expression revealed an actually sincere hearted smile, wide enough that it caused her eyes to squint in the midst of this smile. It lasted for a few seconds, before Ha Neul eventually returned back to her usual less expressive demenor. It was as if, Ha Neul had leaked her heart out for moment, revealing a glowing beauty inside for few seconds, before shortly after sealing it back shut. Her statement and reaction alone made clear Ha Neul's decision concerning whether or not she'd join her new companion in her endeavor, even though she had not direct answered it.

Ha Neul found herself also entertained by the creatures antics. "Indeed it does fly.." She agreed with a low voice, observing as the beast made it's way to the top of the mausoleum, in it's assertion for dominance. 

"Flying…cavalry?" An eyebrow rose at the statement. This woman seemed quite skilled at introducing concepts that were completely foreign to Ha Neul. She'd never heard of such a concept, not even in her old world. She'd heard of and witnessed many cavalries in the past, mainly horsebound ones, but flying ones? Never. "So you're not the only heavily clad war woman flying on strange creatures in this world? I'm disappointed, here I thought you were unique." She jested.

Returning her gaze back to the sky, she became lost in another deep contemplation. 'Good' That word invoked memories and wounds of the past. She'd heard the word repeated numerous times before, mainly from the lips of the young and naive, newly recruited bright eyed warriors who were looking to make a difference in her old world. She remembered buying into such ideals, being naive herself at the time. It put her in the perfect position to witness first hand, the suddenly gruesome ends such aspirations eventually suffered. There would be a short mourning period, before a few years later, some other similarly naive soul would take it upon themselves to refill such ambitions within people once again, only to suffer the same fate as their predecessors. Such experiences had robbed Ha Neul of any more hope in such ideals. Far too much corruption existed. "There is no good in this world…" She eventually repeated back, her tone communicating great seriousness, and also the hint of depression from her past. "Only temporary charity.."

Switching her attention back to the question at hand, "Stories of many I have. Yet of regale, I cannot be sure." She finished with a playful smirk.