Carver nodded his head and dismounted his horse. "Certainly, friend. I would be glad for company in my audience with the King - you seem a noble, clever sort. But pardon my manners - I shall not ride where you will walk."

Leading August behind him, the knight proceeded after the man who'd called himself Amon and the strange lady. It was become apparent that she was not only bizarrely graceful, she was also terribly... addled? Confused? In any case, she seemed to have difficulty holding one topic of conversation - perhaps she was simply excitable. 

Coming up alongside Amon, Carver smiled good-naturedly and removed his helmet. "Ah, that's better for a conversation between friends. I am curious, Amon - tell me your tale. Where do you come from, and what do you seek?" Part of this question was the good natured curiousity it seemed to be - part of it was that the knight was very curious to know what was different about this man - or, what was different [i]around[/i] man. He himself seemed normal, but the air around him was cloaked with abnormality.