Arlo woke to the loud sound of knocking on his door. He slowly peeled his face from his pillow and pushed himself up to a sitting position. He realized that sometime in the night he had completely disrobed down to his undergarments, a subconscious habit he could never really get out of when he had the leisure of his own private space. He looked the room over by the morning light to locate where he tossed his pants while he was sleeping. He found them at the foot of the bed and worked his legs into them before pulling them up to his waist and tying the belt that held them up. Deciding not to keep his guest waiting any longer while he looked for his other clothes he unlocked his door and pulled it open. Standing outside, the strange knight he had encountered before. It was the first time he saw the man off of his otherworldly horse, and the close proximity to the man intimidated Arlo a little bit but he held his composure. 

"Oh, it's you." Arlo yawned, "I don't think I caught your name."