Hector once more remained silent as the girl general led him to his new living quarters. At her worded threat though, he couldn't help but give her an icy stare. "Don't think I'm some barbarian," he said coldly, almost bordering on the edge of a snarl. The mere thought of going outside and exploring almost made him retch. He'd rather stay in the castle walls, going about his own training. "And don't think of me as some mindless beast either. My blade is not meant for fool's blood." Walking into his room, he took in his surroundings; a single bed, some chairs here and there, a work desk, and finally a small fireplace. 

He nodded in approval. "This will be sufficient." Walking in, he gave the girl one last look. "Since you seem to be my superior, I suppose you should know my name woman. It's Hector." With that, he closed the door behind him without a second thought. How rude.

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"Really? Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" Celia lifted off his hood, gave one look at his white hair....and promptly began to poke him on the side of his head. She giggled slightly. "Poke....poke...poke....hey, did you know that people with red eyes and white hair are supposed to be gods? It's true! I read it on a rock once....poke...poke....hey mister, my name's Celia by the way. What's yours? Is it something scary? Poke...poke...you seem like the kind of guy with a scary name...poke...poke..."

A loud rumbling interrupted the duo's....rather strange interaction. There was no concern however, as the rumbling's source was none other than Celia's stomach. "Hey mister, do you have any food? I'm hungry. Can you get me food?" She wiped her still bloodied hands on her dress, the dried substance flaking off.