[b]Back at the Town[/b]

From outside the tavern, the boisterous voice of a male reverberated, filtered through metallic grating and muffled through the door, but nonetheless easy to hear due to sheer volume "[b]What hoh! Kaatl, behold! An establishment of drink and food! A gathering-place for the curious and questing meddlers, no doubt![/b]" The voice was followed by another, replying with a bright and childish laughter of delight as heavy footsteps brought the two closer to the entrance.

The door swung open, revealing a massive, ironclad figure, easily more than six feet tall, face hidden behind a metal-visor. Upon his shoulder sat a fairy, one dainty hand thrust forward with glee, encouraging the knight to march onwards as her wings gave excited flaps, both to denote her emotional state but also to keep her balanced on the precarious seat.

"[b]Hail, patrons and house-owners! Fairy Kaatl and Sir Pryonn we are![/b]" the knight's voice bellowed with a good-natured greeting as he entered, raising a plated fist into the air "[b]Perpetrators of goodness! Questers for the needy and the weak![/b]" Tapping the knight's helmeted head, the fairy gave another excited coo as she pointed to the tavern-counter. Confidently, the armored giant strode towards the wooden patron-seats. Seating himself, disregarding the stool's precarious creaks of protest beneath his metal-weight, Pryonn called "Good owners of this establishment! This knight would ask for your grandest milk and finest apple, that thus my faithful companion might gorge herself on your house's goods!"

Even with other seats in reach, the fairy did not budge from her perch atop the armored shoulder, her wide eyes sweeping the inn's interior with a curious glint.