As the meeting concluded, Lucas placed his right hand on his heart and bowed to his gracious hosts. Taking his leave, he exited the throne room and went in search of his steed. To his surprise and convenience, the moogles that had retrieved him from his world had prepared his iron horse and the rest of his equipment just outside the palace where gardens bloomed. He nodded at the small cherubs for their prompt attentiveness before noticing an odd looking woman in Victorian garb engaging in herbology. This new world was full of oddballs and Lucas felt right at home.

With his gear in check, a servant in uniform escorted him to his quarters and Lucas was pleasantly surprised at the accommodations. [b]"If you could grab me a bottle of the finest Italian wine from the cellar and a pitcher of water, that'd be great."[/b] he told the guide, before sending them away. He hadn't seen a bed in lord knows how long but rest was not for the wicked. The books on the shelves immediately caught his attention, grabbing one about the Original Timeline in the hopes of knowing how the American civil war actually concluded. Lucas opened the text's table of contents and flipped towards the page number of interest while getting into a comfortable position on his bed. In fact, it was such comfortable position that he fell asleep two pages into his readings.

[i]Smack![/i] The heavy book would leave a mark on his face as his hands loosened their grip. Surely, he was only out for a brief time yet it felt like an eternity. On his desk were the requested drinks, further confusing his sense of time as he doesn't recall when those were delivered. He wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth though, popping the cork off the wine bottle and dipping his hands in the pitcher to wash his face. A quick swig and he was back on his feet, ready to explore the rest of the castle since reading without pictures was too boring.

His natural curiosity for wandering lead him to the training room, where it seemed Lilliana was about to spar with the shieldbearer. [b]"Ah! Young miss, I see you're to strengthen your resolve against one of the Emperor's finest. Cheers to you and show him what for!"[/b] Lucas would say before downing another chug of liquor. 

[@The 42nd Gecko]