"Hmm." Silef, seeing all of the others walking through the various doorways, did the same. There would be time to discuss the teams later. For now, it seemed the best plan was to proceed. She slowed her normally brisk pace a fair bit once she passed through, taking in the mood. The area made her feel almost uneasy; she had always had an aversion to darkness, and she resisted the urge to create a light herself. She stopped entirely in her tracks once she reached the room in which the Divine Knight sat.
The noblewoman might not have been particularly well-versed in legends and lore, but this was one tale she was familiar with. That scintillating armor was unmistakeable. She gave the seated giant a deep, respectful (for her, anyway) bow, suitable for a lord to their king, her armor breaking the silence with a faint clinking. She remained in the position for a few moments without moving, then straightened when Dust did nothing. She assumed the Lord of Heroes was waiting for the others to enter the room. However, it might have been evident that the wait irked her. Given enough time. she would break the silence, but for now she held her tongue out of respect.
(I assume that he won't respond, lmk if something needs to be changed.)