Completed This Isn't Where I Left My Frying Pan!

[Artur]

This Isn't Where I Left My Frying Pan!
Summer 23rd 513 AV, 13th Bell
Location: The Heralds Arms

Artur went ahead and made it a bad habit again, he lost himself to the streets of Syliras in an attempt to explore and discover his routes. So far he gathered there were some odd districts with names he failed to keep a mind on while exploring, besides it was better to follow his instincts and learn the city since it didn't change on him yet. Surprisingly he didn't wake up to find his room had been upside down, which is a relief considering a Syliran told him that could happen if he weren't careful. Funny how that could happen, he tells them he came from a strange city of illusions that loved to change, and yet the only strangest change here was in the bedroom. He didn't think much on it, though he did consider buying a rope to tie himself to the bed. One could never tell after all, and he certainly didn't want to wake up on the ceiling. How would he leave the room then?

Artur passed a building that happen to catch his attention in the most unnusual manner, a smell that he never picked up before weakly wafted in his nose as he turned around to follow its traces, the aroma nearly enthralled him into a mindless creature that curiously followed its aroma. It didn't take very long at all until he had found the doorway that the smell happen to come through, its stronger form a definite sign that the building had been its origin point. Artur didn't bother asking anybody about the pplace first hand, he was already curious at what food contained such a heavenly smell. His nose now being his guide he entered the building curiously, a dead on full current of that entrancing smell engulfed him in a wave. Men and women were everywhere talking to one another; in chairs, at tables, at a bar, near the fireplace. Artur found himself rather surprised that so many people were all in one room. "Where is the kitchen and when can I get cooking?!"

His eyes were a big bulged in amazement as he looked around, his curiosity now handled the better part of his nature more than anything. Already he could feel his tummy begin to roll, a low grumble gave out to signify the bear was hungry. Little did he know he had entered a place not just for food, but the pleasurable "company" one could find here as well. Being new to the city as well as the rest of the world outside the mountain he was raised on, he hadn't a clue how things worked in cities at all. Thus he probably looked like an idiot, curiously wandering around to see who all was here. Counting the numbers to see how much business this restuarant, what he believed to be, really got before deciding if he wanted to work in the kitchen.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

Boom.

The doors flew open as the proud prince himself walked in, the thick aura of nobility and upmost prestige leaked into the room, clashing with all that opposed him. Kisetukai Yamehaka, the child of self proclaimed prophecy, the boy of probably the most abundant self esteem possible. He entered the room with swagger on max, his body feeling invincible and young, he wasn't the little bit excited though. Why? Because he had been here before, some people here were usuals, and some new faces. But it was never a surprise, never a huge shock to him, it was always just the same. He would walk in, look around, see some faces, sit and leave. Of course the usual flirting, the usual woman wanting a little bit of his... Being. White V-neck, white cargo shorts, white low top shoes with ankle socks, and of course the beautiful white silk scarf to match as it gently caressed and covered his neck and chest. Walking with a strong stride, his footsteps all smacking the floor, it was amazing.

"Hey Kise!" A slightly mature seductive voice rang through, barely making it to his ears.

He returned with a small smile, although never looking away from straight, he let go of his smile finally. "Yeah..." He walked over to the bar, not wanting to sit down, he leaned on the counter. "Hey... I just need a little something to help me unwind..." He said gently, a barkeep instantly coming over with a smile, a tender young woman. He gave her a soft smile, a feint smile at that, showing her he noticed her noticing him noticing her noticing him. Looking back away shyly, she quickly came back with a mug, the usual clear cups they sported here. Filled with a purple liquid, it swirled as she slid it to him, shyly scurrying to another customer. "I don't even drink... Maybe I should've told her I wanted water but hey, guess it's done now.." He sighed softly as he eyed the drink. "Purple... That's new..." He picked up the container, carrying his new beverage away with him, walking over to an empty brown couch facing the masses. Taking a seat directly in the middle, he brought up his foot, resting his right ankle on his left knee. Clearing his throat he looked around and began to analyze, it was time to go to work after all... He smiled as a young woman passed his view, light white skin, simple red dress hugging her body, she knew what she was doing. "Ahem... Excuse me..." K said softly, catching her attention as he raised his hand arrogantly.

[Approximately half a bell later]

"Ok ok ok, so I got this guy held up by the collar of his shirt right? After I already 'en beat em senseless, honestly he could tell where or who he was. So finally after all that, I hold him up and ask did he have any final words, and he says-" K's voice chopped up from laughter, his own joke was just too much for even him. "He says, I just wanted a bit of your sandwich, not the whole thing!" He immediately bursted out laughing, the group on the couch with him laughing, even the people in front of him. Soon, his laughter was drowned out by his mates, everybody getting rocked by the punchline. His couch was filled, two girls right next to him within kissing reach, and a couple people he didn't notice on the arms of the couch. Finally, some people had heard the chatter and pulled up chairs to come and chat, sliding right in front of the couch about a yard away from him. Like always this was unintended, but it happened, and like always he dealt with it.

Smiling, he turned to the girl on his right, the affectionate and passionate one, the one holding his cup. "Hey..." He said softly, his deep low voice rasping out of his mouth. "I need that..." He was obviously a bit under the alcohols control, the purple liquid was almost gone in the cup, but that wasn't the worst of it. He was hungry, hungrier than a... Slave? He'd have think about that one later, all he knew was that he was extremely hungry. He looked at the girl, bringing the cup up to his mouth, as he took a small sip. That wasn't your average drink, that was something definitely worth sipping, in the end it would leave a man slipping. He turned to the other girl, looking at her dead in the eyes, they were not really important. None of these people were, for today was a one time thing, and he was glad it was. These people didn't matter, nobody in here mattered, and soon they wouldn't even be memories thanks to that drink. "Hey... I need some food..." K said softly, nudging her a bit with his arm, prodding her to get up. Obviously he liked the other girl on his right more, and when the girl on the left got up to get the food, he quickly turned to the one on the right. Everyone else was busy in self chatter, although he was sure some were watching, and that was fine by him. This establishment wasn't for kids, but he proved to himself that he wasn't a kid far long ago, he did what he had to do. Or more what he wanted, for if a woman wasn't perfect or had some meaning to him, sex wasn't worth it.

Sliding his right hand on her thigh, he concealed it into her skirt, a quick move making her jump as he retracted it. Sighing as he flew back into the couch, he slumped a bit, this was... Boring. "I'm so damn hungry.." He sighed a bit more as e stood up, looking around for that girl with his food, and she quickly brought it back to him. A small bowl filled with veggies. Carrots, lettuce, cabbage, and more assortments of crap. "What the petchin..." He slapped his forehead, his barbaric mindset revving up, as he didn't even grab the bowl. "Woman... Begone... Please." He added the please because Kise was telling him to be nicer, but the alcohol made him do whatever he wanted. Walking off from the group, he went back to the bar, seeing the original girl. "Hey... Can I get what you gave me earlier? And then can I get the info on what you gave me earlier?" After a few moments, a cup was slid, words were talked. Apparently the liquid wasn't from the store, it was from her personal mixes, something worth firing her for. It was known to bring out ones true nature, pheromones an hormones, ya know the nerd stuff. Either way he didn't care... "Nobody can cook in this damned place can they... I just want something good please..." He mumbled, this was on a level where no human should've been able to hear him, however...

The day was young...

[Artur]

The Kelvic spent, more like wasted, his time here talking to some of the customers. Some thought him inadequately odd since he rambled aimlessly, talking about food and asking where their kitchen was. Some of them only shrugged and went on into food topics if he got lucky enough, although strangely this one skinny lady mentioned she had a kitchen but it'd cost him to cook in it. He didn't think it a fair deal though, not when he wanted to be paid for cooking meals instead. Eventually the bear sat down and wondered just what in Syliras this place really was, for a restuarant it sure lacked a decent number of dining tables to eat in. Just plainly everybody was simply talking away and drinking like they didn't care, as if they didn't mind their orders or requests weren't taken. This building, no, this city... was just weird, and that was coming from a Kelvic who stayed in Alvadas for a whole season.

He happened to be seated near the bar when he heard the mention of food, his ears would've perked up had he been in his animal form. Instead a look of curiosity returned to the bear, as his line of sight focused on one man. Dark, very fit, a snarky attitude, and a definite proud sense of style, this guy no doubt reminded Artur of a diva. He actually had to serve one of those once, picky eaters they were and they even complained when the food was too perfect as she griped to him. He worked hard on that salad too. Compared to this guy though, Artur probably looked like a poor beggar or something. The bear only had his same set of clothes everyday after all, which were grey worn linen shirt and pants faded to a light dusty color and of course his sandals. A Kelvic needed to keep loose clothing at least, since places like this wouldn't allow them to be nude. He hated where pants honestly, if it were a pants free society then his would be long gone. Hower such wasn't the case, and he dawdled on long enough. Now he knew just who he needed to speak to if he were to learn anything about the restuarant here.

Artur simply stood up with tummy rumbling, he made a easy going approach to the man. "I thought he'd be taller!" Was his exact though as he realized the guy didn't exactly stand over him, he figured maybe it was the distance that deceived him. Either way he was definitely more fit than Artur, where as the bear had a bit of a pudge instead of a rock solid torso. "Hey there, you say you want something good to eat? I've been trying to see how they run this place, but its so confusing." He didn't know how to greet strangers, the customs of the city still unknown to the bear. That and he just plainly lacked real social skills period. "I know how to make some pretty good food, but I'm not sure if I want to work at a restuarant like this." He waited for a response from the man now, assuming that's what humans really did. He had watched several people for a quarter of a bell now, so maybe he too could pick up on this whole social structure they got going on.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

This drink, this wonderful ass drink, clouding his mind. It was dull, blunt, and overall affecting. His body absorbed everything that drink had to offer and more, hell if he kept that up, he would've probably become a natural at all of this soon. Although he was still hungry, his mind was calmer, although muddled, it was clearer at the same time. He was able to speak to himself clearly, and oddly enough, it drowned out the sounds of Kise and Shin. It was a good time, and a bad time, the best of both worlds. After all nothing was good without a bit of bad to compare it to, so this was alright for the time. All was well, until he saw something approaching him in his peripheral, and even worse something atrocious. As he heard the man speak, his eyes snapped back to his drink, his head never moving. The voice of the young man sounded annoying, and quite frankly he didn't even sound like a man, more like a naive chump. A mistake on his part, judging a book by it's cover, when the young man talked to him about food. Instantly peaking his interest, he turned his he's to look at him, analyzing with his body still leant on the counter.

Crappy messy hair, his form was completely out of shape, his expression showed he was friendly. Too friendly for his own good, and it showed that he was a nice guy, obviously he was doomed from the start. His approach was inhuman, and the little bit of human it were was still alien to him, as he approached all wrong. No man was that happy, no man approached another man so upbeat, because every man was different. Everyman had struggled before, Everyman had his ups and downs, and men that didn't... Were like this guy. And those damn clothes, rags at that, how did he even get in here? How did this beggar, this common man who had no business talking to him whatsoever get in here? And in challenging him with his words, somehow K took it as a challenge, as he looked at the boy. His face had said it all, he was pissed, but he concealed it, so perhaps his face said most. He kept a look on his face that showed plainness, as if he wasn't amused by a joke not told, and the joke himself was this man. His hair, his clothes, his form, his essence was filth, and filth always tried to crowd elegance and above, unless it was nipped in the bud instantly. K pushed himself off the counter, turning his body to face the man, his silk scarf swaying lightly. He took a small sigh, closing his eyes, then flung them open, staring at the man dead in the eyes fiercely.

"You, common filth, think that you can approach me in any manor?" His glare and words meant to break the boy down, he spoke to him like a dog, because to him that's what he was. "You come in here dressed in rags, simple sandals, and common filth... Tell me... Boy, what business do you have in here. None." He blurted out, keeping the opponent from talking. "You look like you were just mauled by a bear... Your poor poor poor poor poor poor poor sad man." K then took a giant step, quickly invading his personal space, staring at his face. Of course he could feel a couple people glances, but no real intrusions, he knew how far to go. "Look ms in the eyes boy, you had the balls to step up so don't get scared now." He flexed his physique, pecs and biceps spasming, he wanted to test his intimidation. "I want you to remember this day filthy squabbler. remember how to approach a real man, how to approach someone who could make your life... Miserable." His voice stinging at the last word, a sharp whisper, as he heard a voice behind him. The waitress calling him back, as she refilled his drink, without him asking. Boom. Free. "Hey... Kid.." He yelled out a bit, his voice deep but surely would make it to the odd kid. "You got a name? A keeper? Why you here... Like in Syliras.. I now you are new here, so there's no point in lying." He took a seat on the stool, sipping on his cup, holding it tightly with his left hand. Patting another stool about two feet from him, on his right, he wanted to see what the boy was thinking. Obviously he had nice intentions...

After all it was the town of peace... Might as well try to be nice.

[Artur]

"Was it something I said?" Artur wasn't intimitaded very much, but he did feel quite nervous considering he has just followed the example others gave. Clearly the way humans did talk to one another was a fashion he didn't fit in with, although Lounel was far more nicer back in Alvadas. Strangely enough this guy seemed weird, a bit more different then the way a diva would smell for sure. His attitude was impression enough to suggest otherwise, and then Artur actually remembered glancing at him earlier. He was with those women! Those girls that sat all.over him like he were some... trophy? He didn't understand it, the perplexed situation confused him even more. One thing he did know, this guy must be one horny bastard. "I don't have business here? That's cause I don't work just yet." He wanted to point it out, but the man only rambled on. He continued on with the arrogant attitude he carried, as though he owned the place... or maybe even the whole city. "Not as miserable as you look with them man boobs twitching like that." He mused with a bit of a chuckle, unable to take the brute seriously. He wondered if he wiped his ass with a poison ivy leaf by accident or something, Artur did that when he was a boy once. Never again. It made his ass itch even now, just remembering the time that happened.

When he has finally taken a point to rest against the bar, Artur only shrugged when he listened to him prattle on. "I'm called Artur, and I'm just in Syliras to learn about it and all the food it has." He bluntly shared as though it was useless information, unaware that the man may get any funny ideas. "The strange this is that you say I got mauled by a bear, when in truth I may actually 'be' that bear." Indirectly he pointed himself out of course, naive to the fact people would take advantage of such information. He didn't really change much of his expression really, an unmoved man just about as curious as a kitten. "Question," He would intervene with the mans response, "why do you smell like a wolf in mating season?" It was amusing to notice this kind of smell, the bear hadn't really picked up on traces like this in Alvadas. Maybe because the City of Illusions messed with his senses, or maybe his nose no longer decided to pay close attention to food anymore. Either way he became oddly curious, almost considerably fascinated such traces of smell could come of a human.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

Artur, a boy who seemed to hold his position quite well, he seemed to not be worried by the words K spat. Nice, a tough guy who wanted to hold his own ground, this was what K liked to see in people. He took another sip of his purple drink, it's effects still bringing his hormones and hunger into play, but it allured him in to finish every last drop. He chuckled at the boys comment about why he was here, to see Syliras and all it's food, at least he was honest. "Yeah... We got lots of food big boy..." K said with a chuckle, his own humor astounded him at times. Then the boy talked about himself as if he was an actual bear, was it symbolic for fighting? Was he a fighter? K took his final sip, turning his body and plopping off of his stool, he wasn't the tallest man in the world. With a bounce, he walked up to the boy, his face blank and leaving his suspicions to judge. "You know... I really don't like those that oppose me..." K said in a deep voice, almost like a whisper if the bass wasn't crisping, almost like a grunge. His right hand formed and morphed into a fist, all it would take was one hook, obviously this man didn't know who he was. Then the young man interrupted him, telling him he smelt like a wolf in mating season, not the best comeback but... "You seem to be a pretty ok kid, but here's the shield basher... I'm calling you on your shyke." He said with a grin, his intentions instantly moving into his head, maybe this kid could get him some food.

Yeah, he said he could score him some food right? Hell yeah! This could actually work, but what if... What if this kid was a liar? The way he came up was sketchy, but promising, it was like a lower class citizen stepping up to a king, offering his humble trade. It was convincing enough for him to believe him, sure he had many options left: Going to the stallion and demanding food from Shiress, going to the dorms, waiting for dinner time, but one plan stuck out the most... "Hey Arty..." Yeah Arty sounds cooler than Artur... " I think I got a place you can cook at, but first, follow me." He said slyly, adjusting his scarf, then placing his hands into his pockets up to his knuckles. He quickly walked over to a pure white couch, his walk cool and carefree, albeit a bit leant back. He plopped down on the couch, far right right side, resting his elbow on the arm, and his whole left arm on the back of the couch as if there was a female in his arms. He raised his leg, resting his right ankle on his left knee, the pose of the extravagant.

"Ok so Arty, be honest with me kid... You say you can cook, I wanna know what you can cook before I take you to the kitchen. I also wanna know exactly who would be cooking. Where ya from? How'd ya get here? You had a girlfriend? Nah girlfriends are for chumps..." Clearing his throat, K laughed a hearty laugh, slapping his knee like a brute. "Do you hate salads as much as I do? Vegetables are the worst. How do you feel about meat? And cheese? And more meat? Can you make pie? Can you make cake? Tell mr exactly who you are and how far your cooking skills actually goes mr. Arty!" K ended excitingly, he was eager to see what the boy had to say, he really wanted to go eat. But he loved a good story.

With out further ado... Let the information flow..

[Artur]

Artur only looked at him like he was some creepy... well just someone who seemed creepy when he mentioned hating people opposing him. It deducted the reason that maybe he didn't wipe is ass with poison ivy after all, maybe he was one of the type of guys who enjoyed being the ass and should be wiped with it instead. He didn't feel his emotions hurt though, Artur barely even knew who this guy was really. His manner of approach well different from others Artur tried to talk to, the bear actually found this man to be quite the act. The next thing he said was calling his shyke or something like that, which made the bear wonder what calling his shyke was about. "Shyke is shyke, why call it anything else?" Confused once again, the bear found he couldn't make up his mind about the guy.

Appatently he had taken a liking to call Artur "Arty", just like Lounel did in Alvadas but only a little different. "I guess he can't make up his mind about me either." He pondered as he quietly, almost instinctively followed the man. When he took a seat Artur decided to as well, only he did so on the floor instead. Questions pertaining to food came from the man and filled Artur with bubbly excitement, thoughts of delicious recipes made his stomach grumble again as he wanted to cook now. "Oh I can cook several interesting dishes! In fact I do love meat very much! I used to eat meat and stuff like salmon raw until I got cooking, then after a season in Alvadas I learned how to make fried chicken, how to toss a salad, how to make eggs and bacon! I had an excellent teacher during my time there." He cheered with a small grin, proud that he learned what he did from Lounel.

Artur found his curiosity got the better of him again, as he wondered just exactly what the guy meant by "common filth" earlier. He would've pretended to know if he could, but acting like he wasn't curious happen to be a very difficult thing to do. "Say, you called me something I'm not familiar with moments ago. You said my clothes looked like rags, when they look like clothes to me, and you said... "common filth" I believe. Is that good or bad in your city?" He inquired with a puzzled expression, and awaited to hear what the man's response would be.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

 Ok the sitting on the floor thing was a little weird, but K decided to try and let it go, besides he seemed to be happy with himself. Then came what he knew. He apparently knew how to cook all sorts of meat, and even fried chicken, one of his favorites. It had gotten so bad, that now K was thinking about food, and really hoped this kid was good. The Alvadas, or wherever he was from, sounded like a weird place to him. Not because he knew anything about it, but because it probably had more people like this weird kid, and he didn't know shyke from sugar. That was no good. "Yeah, I bet you did have a good teacher, you seemed to know what your talking about." K said with a smile, he was a bit disgusted though he couldn't lie. The boy said he used to eat meat raw, before he learned how to cook, how in the world.

Then he moved on, talking about that he didn't understand what K meant, or exactly he was just dumb. "See Arty... The clothes your wearing, aren't exactly clothes. They're rags. And it looks like they're about to fall off at any moment, and that is unexceptable, honestly. Now, perhaps you may have a wild fling for torn clothes, but that is a no no here. You will be put in the class of beggars, squabblers, and other people of anti wealth. You seem like a nice boy so I'm tryna' help you out, don't make me regret it kid. Now as for your cooking... You seem to know your stuff, and I got a friend with an empty kitchen, a real empty kitchen." K snickered a bit at his joke, a little perversion on the end, but he was sure Artur wouldn't get the joke.

"Well if your ready, we can blow this sex joint... And get cooking. My friend's got everything you would possibly need, the utensils and ingredients, I think she even got this apron that says I love Kise. I told you my name was Kise right?..." With a quick head scratch, and a chuckle, he introduced himself. "I'm Kisetukai Yamehaka, Syliras finest, and the coolest guy you can meet." Standing up, he dusted himself off quickly, a few pats here and there. "You see the people around here, elegant, even the people upstairs going at it are somewhat elegant... At times. It's all about the way you present yourself kid... But for now let's go eat, that can wait till later." K snapped his right index and thumb together, placing his hands in his pocket afterwords and began to walk out of the establishment, he was ready.

As soon as he got outside, he would precede to the horse rack, where he would untie his horse. Quickly mounting, he would simply trot to Arty, making a quick joke. "You wanna ride? Or are you gonna get on all fours and take off?" He would then chuckle, for he was thinking of Arty more as a bear with every passing second. "So let's get going Arty, I'm starving..." He would hold out his right arm, to lift up the boy onto the horse, then he would begin a simple trot. But if he chose not to ride, then be would trot slowly besides him. But that was irrelevant, the main thing that was important was-

It was time to get cooking!

[Artur]

"beggars? squabblers? anti wealth?" Society just got a lot more complex it seems. Lucky for Artur he had enough coin to keep him going for days, since food seemed to have such a cost nowadays. The way his clothes were described as it almost sounded like people shunned such things, if people hated worn clothing such as his then why value clothing at all? Honestly he just prefered to have no clothes, to be free as the animal he could be. Yet if he revealed his animal form or nature for that matter then he might find trouble, or so the sailor told him on that day before he arrived in Syliras. People didn't like seeing other people nude it seems, modesty being in high demand as fashion seemed to be used for social status as well. It made Artur sigh as he just couldn't understand why clothes were so important to human, he could get the idea sure but understanding why just seemed impossible. His face lit up once more though when the guy happened to mention an empty kitchen he could use, excitement filled his eyes as he eagerly bounced a bit.

Artur stood up as the guy talked further about how his friend had everything a kitchen would need, then finally proceeded to introduce himself to the bear like some highborn noble. Artur watched him curiously and followed rather instinctively, his mind pondered at what a "sex joint" would be. Clearly this place served a special dish he didn't know about, thus the clueless bear couldn't help but wonder as usual. "Clearly this isn't your typical restuarant." He mused as he followed Kise outside. He happened to notice a movement he did with his fingers, a motion that made a little snap noise Artur never knew existed. He tried to mimic the movement with his fingers, the attempt failed as they only grinded against one another.

Then came the rather large unusual creature Kise had mounted, which stopped Artur dead in his tracks. "What the petch is that?!" He looked up to Kise as the guy held a hand out for him to take. "Why is he holding out his hand? Better yet why is he sitting on the large strange creature?" Artur had never before seen a horse in his life, thus he became nervous just being near the beast. He only looked to Kise confused until he decided to move on, and the bear would warily walk next to him. There was NO way he'd be caught ontop of another creature for as long as he lived, such a thing made him nervous enough to where his bowels reacted like the usually would. This being a terrible side effect of being overly nervous or anxious, the bear did his best to avoid passing gas along the way. As it stands he wasn't even sure if that wasn't allowed in cities as well.

"So what is this... 'thing' you just happen to mount exactly?" He inquired curiously as they continued their trek, already aware that he was lost again in the city of Syliras. Thankfully Artur just so happened to have company to take him to wherever he was going, and soon he'd be in a kitchen working his magic like he loved to do.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

Clot, clot, clot.

K rode with high elegance, his back straight as he continued to tap the horse lightly with the insides of his shoes, his low tops softly patting the horse. The sun wasn't blazing, but it was no doubt warm, and that made his sight all the better. As Arty sheepishly walked near him, he didn't grow annoyed, but he decided to inform the boy a bit more. Yes he found him annoying, and yes he was just using him for some good food, but this wasn't enough. For some reason he felt compelled and obliged to help this kid out, to tell him what was going on and what would go on. "You see Arty, first of all this is a horse. I'm a little confused to hear they didn't have horses where you came from... But if everyone over there dresses like you then it would be understandable. A horse is a knights very own steed, his way of travel, well most of the time. I hate walking so I'm always riding a horse, and it's not so scary, but I must admit it's probably intimidating at first. But hell, after a couple of pony rides you'll be good to go mate!" K ended chuckling, as he lightly gripped the reigns, his horse trotting at a slow pace.

"You may soon tire of walking, and when that time comes you may look my way, don't worry I will still let you ride. But for now, let me move on to other things, just so ya know. You seem young, although you look decently aged... You don't know shyke from sugar, so I will be your teacher for a bit." He turned his head, and looked at Artur, for he was going at a safe enough speed to do so. "The place we just left wasn't a restaurant, it was an establishment called the heralds arms. There one can find food, drinks, and wenches. Now where you find wenches you find..." He waited for the correct answer, after a sigh, regardless of a response, he spoke. "Sex. Sex Arty. On the second floor, you will find sex." Turning his head back forward, he yanked the reigns, causing his horse to speed up it's trot. "Cmon it's right down the lane... Don't dawdle." He stayed looking forward, his voice coming out seriously as he spoke. "Now Arty, when we get there, I want you to remember that I wasn't playing... I'm gonna be pissed if your food sucks, and then I'm really gonna kick your ass." He ended with another chuckle, except this one was low with a grin.

"You also seem to not be in knowledge of the knights." K said lowly, his voice sizzling with excitement. "Perhaps I should... Inform you of that two?" He cleared his throat, looking up cheerfully with pride, his favorite thing to talk about besides food, drugs, and girls. The knighthood! "The Order, is what we are all apart of, we being the knights and the squires that is. You see the men in armor, with weapons, and slash or on top of a horse. Those are knights and squires, we are the protectors of this city and worldwide peace. Squires, such as myself if you would classify me with these chumps, are young men and women training to be knights. Although a lot won't make it to see knighthood, they thrive to be the best they could be. Some can make it in a matter of days, some in years, although I plan on finishing soon, the squire life is boring." K found himself going off track, as he tapped his horse to make a left turn, a wide turn. Rubbing the mane as the horse began to act up, that was never good. "So where almost there, I just want you to stay cool and collected, can you do that?" He smiled and let out a hearty laugh. "Maybe we can get you some new clothes sometime, and hell if my friend is there, maybe you can get some. Ye do seem to be wet behind the ears... But you'll see quick that that's hard to be around me. So without further ado, let's go!" He yanked the reigns once more, until the horse was in a full impressive trot, finally his body was also bouncing.

Would Arty be able to make something that would please him?