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

Sir Kay eyed the so called court mage. He was young and skinny. Well, magic users rarely did ever depend on physique, but still, he was under the impression that for humans, magic mastery usually took decades. Was this man truly a Wise man? He thought as he waited for Arlo to come back. He did a slight double take under his helmet. [i]My, my, aren't you a little too tall for Leveret fashion?[/i] He added mentally, his clothing being reminiscing of the hare folk. He was getting slightly cross about the whole situation. The king had placed his trust in a green whelp with harefolk tastes in clothes.

And he had to see through his success.

"Oh, pretty simple, master wizard." He said, the word 'master' somehow stuck in his throat for a second. "Just do some of your mystical handwaving thing and get rid of the plague that scours this kingdom while you don't trip on your robes. Don't get killed too. That would be... exceedingly bad." Sir Kay stood tall, his hands resting crossed on his chest. "Incidentally that's why King Lancaster, in his wisdom has entrusted me to help you. I need to be sure that I stop all the knives in the dark that might be misplaced on your young but surprisingly-critical-for-the-interest-of-the-kingdom heart. So I will be at your service. We will get this magic malarky sorted, and I will have a look at the strange undead tracks on the swamp afterwards. Call me sir Kay" He finished, relaxing his stance, as he offered the minimal bow of courtesy.