Where there were few, now there were many; although, the knight’s attention had been absorbed by the tattooed woman and her frantic words. The tone of conviction in her voice struck him at his core. While it was obvious his princess found her the enemy, Fyair had little to nothing to base good or evil on in this place and for all he was concerned, as long as threats remained bloodless, he would simply listen. Heck, even watch as long as no words were thrown his way.

Crouching down so that the backs of his thighs rested on the tops of his heels, the massive man fed his curiosity into his lantern to study the thing in better detail. It was an odd piece for sure. Looked old and by no means held any kind of fire he had even seen. He shook the object up and down, tapped its glass, and put it up to his ear in a series of tests. Although, with all the shouting and talking, it was almost impossible to prove or disprove the egg theory. The knight frowned and casually glanced up to check on the progress of the scene playing out ahead of him. 

The princess had put herself in the middle of a tiny blunder, but he didn’t move to help. No need to involve himself, the little darling was doing a good job of dodging harm. What bothered him was the rivalry between the only two pieces that seemed to fit into the puzzling landscape: the painted lady and a new masked child. [i]Over a sleeping monster?[/i] Again his attention was consumed by the purple glow of the mysterious item. For a fleeting moment, he considered breaking the thing open if only to confirm who spoke true and who was the liar.

As the regal girl returned, he again stood into his full height and looked over her and the masked kid--feeling the assumption that their corner was slightly outmatched appeared painfully clear. He glared at the boy for a short moment, noting that of all the people in the area, the little rabbit had been the only real antagonist. [color=gray]“Lady, if magic brought you here and magic will allow you to leave… Isn’t a witch a better resource than a handful of colorful lamps?”[/color] Not that he meant to argue, but trusting the odd child didn’t sit right with him.