Lower and lower did she set.
Streaked across the red sky,
Into the field of endless blue.
The couple enjoyed the view,
And in their romance exchanged a kiss.
Within each other's arms they lie,
to watch the last lights of day.
The tides came in and lovers met,
The knight from the deepest abyss.

So this was Hawaii. Pleasant enough, thought Bedivere as he wiped the corners of his mouth with an unsoiled silk. Two lifeless bodies remained behind him in the sand. The tides would carry them far from this place, and the denizens of the deep should mangle the rest. A fine evening snack to whet his appetite as the years seemed to peel away from his body yet again, now appearing as he would have so many years ago. The old knight was far less obvious in this sort of age, looking somewhere in his early to mid twenties, save for the red eyes and slightly long hair like white threads. The pair of sunglasses, not usual for the young lads to use as a fashion statement per the suggestion of his agents would conceal the eyes as he casually wore them across his face. The umbrella was still there, but the suitcase was replaced with a messenger bag in an attempt to look more his supposed age. As such, the archaic knight should pass for a human, if not for perhaps his well-articulated, and posh-accented speech suggesting his nationality. Although maybe these pseudo-rebellious-Colonists would simply assume he was some British bloke on travel, and probably thought all Englishmen were pale and spoke with an RP. Nevertheless, passing by the few tourists and locals who gave a bit of a few stares, but hesitated to ask the fedora'd Bedivere if he was enjoying his evening stroll. 

[b]Crimson Drop Hotel[/b]

[i]"Good evening Gentlemen, Please send Mr. O’Neal of Yamada my regards and kindly ask him if I may reclaim the bottle once he has finished his drink." [/i]Bedivere simply stated to the rather confused front desk. Then again, unless they were informed of Bedivere's invitation or were superbly incompetent, they had every right to be confused. Bedivere may have been described to them as an older Englishmen, and yet here was a boy, perhaps his errand boy?. [i]"Now then, perhaps a spot of tea for your guest hrm? Black Ceylon, loose tea, no sugar, or milk. Lemon, thinly sliced and slightly candied. Served in a cup and saucer proper. Within Five minutes from the kitchen if possible. If not, well then I shall be gravely disappointed in your ability to provide service."[/i]

This was Bedivere alright, a true Englishman never starts the day off without a proper cup. Something was needed to wash down the fatty blood of those Americans.