I cannot disagree with you there, not in the slightest. My kind were never meant for such places, and they do not exist in our lands.

[Airily, she twirls about, reveling in the sights and smells of the foliage around them. Berserker's morbidity can do little to dampen her spirit now that she's finally out of that dusty hole. It's like a new life, and like she can breathe easy at last.]

But it seems equally ill-suited for a knight, I feel. Surely it must've found ways into your armor, as unnecessarily irritating as the Aspect of Time himself.