Mostly, he had wanted to see what they would DO, and the answer was that apparently...they would stop.  A whole entire legion of warriors - six hundred strong - had come to a grinding halt because a cat had just intersected their path.

Today was a [i]good[/i] day.

It all started with the man in the lead, their king...according to the burning lady.  Yes, yes, the word used was [i]valkyrie[/i].  Garlock didn't [i]care[/i], not unless she was actually a bird woman and she tasted like chicken.  Truth be told, however, he began to wonder about these people.  Not one of them was human.  A form of demon?  Semi-minotaurans and satyr-kind?  The possibilities were endless.  He couldn't just kill these people yet.  Not only did he have no idea if they were take-on-able, but he wanted to know what they [i]were[/i], especially since King Lucius wanted to engage him as an equal, having reasoned out that he was not a simple cat, maybe not even just an [i]extraordinary[/i] cat.  Besides, there was a third reason...  For now, though, let's keep to this little encounter.  The burning captain, who was probably skeptical of her king's assessment, would now hear Garlock's voice, clear as day.  He was laughing as he straightened up into a sitting position.

[color=9e0b0f]"I guess you can't fool a king with instincts as sharp as yours.  Who'd survive your line of work without 'em?"[/color]

That was a bit of a dig on the lady who apparently HAD been fooled by his innocent play.

[color=9e0b0f]"But even still, curiosity doth prod me forwards."[/color]

A swirling flame of darkness engulfed the cat as Garlock made his proper entrance, changing forms into a humanoid shape, clad in his robe, his belt, his gauntlets and boots, and so on.  He crossed his arms and the red eyes gleaning from the darkness of his hood glared at the army of potentially-demonic-people.

[color=9e0b0f]"I am Garlock the Wandering Mage of the Black Staff.  I go where the muse takes me, and any man who would hire me as a mere spy is wasting both his time and mine."[/color]

And just a little 'Take That' to the Lords of the Cathedral.  Now, the cat smiled as he said...

[color=9e0b0f]"So, was it war, or merely pest control?  Your battle, I mean."[/color]

Of course, at this point, we can't really tell if Garlock is following the orders that were given to him or messing around with the king for funsies or planning to go on a little trip or WHAT.  You can't really get a read on him, EXCEPT for the fact that he is some kind of dark magus who seems interested in this army of six hundred demons and whatever war they were in.  It's one of those things.