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@Karin Kurayami Once upon a time, a knight despaired. He pondered the problem of how to make better a world where evil brought profit and virtue none at all; where fraud and deceit were mingled with truth and sincerity. He brooded and brooded and brooded, until finally he tired. He laid down...

"'Why'...?" the knight tilted his helmeted head to the side as he repeated the princess's uttered question with a mechanical edge "Why, for to each knight his 'Dulcineah'!" he spoke, for the first time the grating baritone giving way to a more vibrant, voluminuous tone "One that he alone can...

"A-de-lai-de." the knight spoke slowly, gratingly deep baritone distorting what many would consider a pretty name. Again a moment of silence, the knight slowly tilting his helmeted head to the side, steel-gaze looking down at her from a different angle "... Princess Adelaide, of Miraven." he...

As Adelaide was unwillingly carried through dark alleys and decrepit passages, her aid-seeking gaze would have found few passersby, none helpful in this gloomy night, huddled and hushed as they were. Certainly, a number cast questioning glances in direction of her captors, though the abductor's...

"Ah..." Syrann's helmeted head tilted from side to side as he tried to make sense of Polaris's words, visor brought to eye-level with the woman. Kaatl's puzzlement was evident on her own face, eyes intently focused on their most recent companion. "I think... I don't quite understand, good madam...

"Ah... okay..." rang the knight's voice with noted hesitation, remaining still for a few more moments before slowly turning around, Kaatl's gaze lowering to look at Polaris with a quirked eyebrow. Completing the motion, the knight appeared to give no sign of recognition at the supposed sight...

At the vocal sounds of pain and misery, the knight's head gave a twitch, instinctively turning halfway to look back before stopping himself, just barely before his gaze could inspect her. Rigidly he affixed himself into the opposite direction again. After a moment of silence, his voice quietly...

"Ah, okay." Syrann answered without a moment's hesitation, dutifully turning his back on Polaris devoid of further question. Only Kaatl showed signs of hesitation, head uncertainly turned back to look at the woman with question in her eyes, before she too emphatically averted her gaze. "Do you...

"Madam-Lady Polaris!" Syrann called in shock as she flew through the air, Kaatl giving a frightened gasp. Immediately the knight ran towards his companion's downed form, armored frame towering over her as his helmeted gaze frantically inspected her wounds. The fairy hopped from the knight's...

"Are you sure?" Syrann asked, though he did freeze immediately upon her command, while his voice gained a note of anticipation "If I go in first while you remain hidden, certainly I will draw their attention all onto me, leaving you to operate freely. This would be what any knight would do for...

After a moment, Syrann carefully led the arm holding Kaatl down onto the bedding, the fairy shifting with subconscious discomfort but otherwise remaining asleep as he tucked her in. Quietly rummaging through his pack he soon produced a weathered violin and scratched up bow, signs of both cheap...

"Hmmm..." he contemplated, free hand tapping at his armored neck "Perhaps.... do you like music? The march was a bit quiet, which I am sure was because of our lack of familiarity... But I am sure I can liven it up a bit, I have been practicing with a violin for some time!" his voice gained a...

"Well..." the knight slowly began, head tilting in thought "I mean... if you don't mind, I'd like that very much." Another moment of silence passed before he added "Kaatl doesn't mind either." A slight internal conflict remained, the knight staring into the fire again, avoiding the direct gaze...

"Ah..." Syrann uttered, thinking with rapid trepidation "Errr... But it's not entirely my decision to change position." he quickly said, helmeted head giving a meaningful nod downwards to the fairy nestled in the crook of his arm, who gave a light shiver, sleeping form curling up in the bed of...

In awkward silence, Syrann watched as his quest-ally meticulousely assembled the campsite, the creaking of dry wood and fallen leaves causing Kaatl's sleepy eyes to open momentarily, taking in the sight with the slightest hint of a frown, before giving an emphatic tap onto the knight's helmet...

"A fire will do, is it not customary to exchange stories and thoughts while gathered around the light?" the knight answered, setting down his own pack containing his violin and various supplies, Kaatl lazily reclining on his shoulder, eyes half-closed in near-doze "I... have to admit, I am not...

"A mage..." Syrann echoed quietly as he pulled his hand back, Kaatl gracefully seating herself on his shoulder again "I assume that is why I was requested directly." the knight noted, visor focusing on Lord Alric. "Syrann has been allegedly noted for having a certain resistance against magic."...

"Ahh..." the knight uttered as he looked at the offered hand. A moment of silence passed before his own arm was set into motion, armored fingers slowly, hesitantly stretching out until he finally grasped hers, though only lightly, just barely exerting pressure. Kaatl gave a single clap with...

"Make way, doorway, hero coming through!" came the cheerful bellow as the hulking knight pushed the gate open, ducking for just a moment as he hefted himself through to avoid hitting his helmeted head on the frame, the fairy on his shoulder mimicking the motion before she returned to cheerful...