[center][b]Sir Kay[/b][/center]

For the most part, the rest of the travel had been uneventful. Even if he still remained keen on trying to know what was that traveller exactly. He did not look like neither male nor female, and human, but not quite. Still it was night, and the creature did not look rapacious or otherwise violent, so he left him be. Wondrous things existed in the kingdoms, and he had more battles to fight.

He was an early riser. Even though he had slept in the stables alongside his downtrodden companion, he still rose sharp and stoic, practicing some combat maneuvers before washing himself and breaking his fast with a small serving of bread and jerky. He could have sword that several of the tavern wenches had been eyeing up his exercise routine, but that wasn't much of his concern. Knights needed not to be taken by lustful thoughts. He had more important things to do. So much time it had passed before he had presented himself to his King, and he needed to look that part. He put his best regalia, including a cleaned cloak, draped over his otherwise worn armor. Even if worn by many battles, a single piece of dragonscale was worth more than the most beautiful armor.

He announced himself as his true name, Sir Kay of Starling, and he knelt somberly before the monarch, gripping the blade before offering the pommel to the King. "In this time of need, I have answered your summonings, my King. My sword is yours to command." 

"Rise, sir Kay. And Well met." The King said politely and somberly. "I shall acept it glady. These are dire times, and men of your talents are always sought." The monarch added. "I am aware...of your past inclinations, and therefore I would ask a thing of you."

The King paused for a second. "There's a wise man, Arlo, which I have entrusted to find a solution to the current situation. He is to succeed. That shall be your task, sir Kay. Make him succeed." The old King said ponderous and firm.

[i]So he entrusted a wizard to do something. In a country of magic-haters. I would rather hunt unicorns, to be fair.[/i] He thought to himself as he rose, the helmet obscuring his disappointment. 

"As you command." Kay answered.

"You may take your leave sir Kay. I believe that Arlo has not left his chambers yet. You may seek him, thus." The king said. "You may leave, sir Kay." He indicated. Sir Kay offered a last bow, and he exited, his cloak dragging as he did. It didn't take much time finding the place where the guests were usually. Once upon a time, he had been a guest of the castle himself, when he was still a lordling. 

He saw the man standing in a door, after a certain mysterious figure had taken his leave.

"Are you a wizard?" Sir Kay asked, his eyes fixated on Arlo and his state of dressing.

[@Jojo][@Valor]