Volker eagerly followed his guard escort, the whole time smiling at everything and everyone that passed by. The whole city's existence interested him immensely.
[color=fff79a]"We're going to meet the king!"[/color] Volker vocalized his excitement while shifting his head left and right while his eyes darted around, analyzing all he possibly could. 
[color=000000]"You do know you are only meeting him because you found me, right?"[/color]
[color=fff79a]"..."[/color] Volker lightly tapped the sword's hilt and the fraction of its blade showing disappeared under its sheath. He didn't want to contemplate how much of the reason the king cares about him is due to Astraeus. He continued to follow the guard through the city and towards the castle. Volker followed the guard past all of the walls and structures until eventually he was led to a grand bedroom. 

[color=00aeef]"Prepare yourself for the banquet."[/color] The guard uttered quickly before closing the doors to the bedroom and leaving. Volker assumed he was either busy or didn't enjoy being tackled by Volker as much as Volker did. The hero gaped at the size of the bedroom and the bed itself. He immediately dropped his bag onto the carpeted floor and removed his shoes before jumping onto the bed. He unsheathed Astraeus as he frolicked from one corner of the bed to another.
[color=fff79a]"Are you going to continue to be a buzzkill?"[/color] he asked the sword as his jumping slowly undid the sheets below him.
[color=000000]"You should not be jumping around with me in your hand. It is dangerous."[/color]
Volker pouted for a moment before returning to to his usual grin. [i]Oh well...[/i]

He bounced around, sword in hand, until all the bed sheets looked unkempt. The hero and his sword rested on their backs when one of the assistants asked if he would like for them to bathe him. Volker replied by ripping off the scruffy rags that barely held themselves together. 
The assistants scrubbed him down until they got all the dirt and gunk off of him. He exited the bath and dried himself off, asking for the assistants to leave him be, before walking back into the bedroom. [color=fff79a][i]I haven't felt this clean in awhile...[/i][/color] Volker thought as he looked through a closet full of beautiful clothing. He peeked over at the remains of his old clothes. The only real reminder he has of reality. Volker's smirk widened as he paid his attention back to the closet full of this world's garbs. He grabbed some leather boots, dark pants, a belt, a red shirt, and a sleeveless tunic to wear over it. He grabbed a black cloak to cover it all.
[color=000000]"... You'd look stupid with those things and ominous with the cloak."[/color] Astraeus said. The blade also thought the dark colors did not suit Volker's personality at all.
Volker ignored him as he fastened his belt and put on the cloak, leaving the hood down.
[color=fff79a]"Let's not keep them waiting..."[/color] he sheathed Astraeus. 

He now stood behind the doors that would lead him to the banquet. Volker looked around at those who were probably his fellow heroes. He felt compelled to actually communicate with at least one of them before the doors opened and his focus was now on the party. He rushed past a few people and stumbled a few times before finally making to the food table. Volker started nomming as much as possible.