Amon turned to the Knight who now strode alongside him, he was taller than Amon and his appearance was more in keeping with this land. Amon thought that he should feel at odds striding alongside this Knight, the stark contrast between them was evident from their dress alone if not their complexion. Yet Amon felt perfectly calm alongside this individual, he guessed that his long association with strangers and foreigners had allowed him to aclamate better than those who were more xenophobic.

Then the Knight then asked Amon [i]. I am curious, Amon - tell me your tale. Where do you come from, and what do you seek?[/i] Amon thought a moment before starting. 'Me good Sir Knight, I come from a land far across the sea the besets this lands shores. The name of my homeland is Ashir, at least in my native tongue. In your words it would most closely translate to The Place of Many Sands. It is a rough place of sweeping deserts and scattered oases, but amidst the unremitting landscape there are many great cities. Their walls are a bright white untarnished by the elements, and the minarets glimmer in gold, silver and blue. I remember they where always the first things one could see of a city on the horizon. My father would always wake me from my slumber on one of the camels when he could first see the minarets.' Amon looked down for a moment, his face briefly portrayed a deep sadness, and grave melancholia.

'But enough of my home for it must be of little interest to one such as yourself. I can tell you are a man of the people, interested in the deeds and reasons of things. So I shall answer your second question. What I seek is knowledge, I am a scholar by trade so I wonder the world in the search of the esoteric and the arcane. But these ventures do not come cheaply, so to fund myself I serve various noble lords. They are always in need of a man with a sharp mind, and my knowledge of many tongues is always in high demand.'

Amon stopped for a moment wiping the sweat from his brow, this climb was exhausting, long weeks of sea travel had given him little time for exercise. He contemplated the use of his powers once more, but clamped down on the thought. No most certainly not! He thought to himself. Some Knights he recalled exterminated men such as he, they thought the powers of magic to be unclean and unholy. Amon doubted this Knight to be such a man but one could never be to careful.

'But enough of my story' said Amon starting to walk once more 'what of you? I do not even know your name, I can tell by your armour that you're from one of the ancient houses. Such armour must be a priceless family heirloom passed down over many generations. If I were to guess I would say that is from Kallen... circa the 11th Era... I'm surprised that it glints as it does, by rights it should be naught but rust by now. From what little of the heraldry I can make out that armour is from one of Paladin orders too, what do you know of them if you don't mind my asking?'

Whilst the Knight began to answer his questions the two of them arrived at the entrance of a vast castle. There the lady stepped between two guards a white phantasm slipping between the men who stood there in burnished steel and polished leather. As Amon and the Knight approached they continued their conversation. Amon leading the way so that the Knight could bring his horse through without trouble, Amon suddenly found the guards spear's blocking his path.

He looked to each and then with some half whispered words from the Lady who'd told him of King Hagard the guards raised their spears. Amon entered a small courtyard, an old lady a matron or cook by the look of her came bustling out of a door and engaged in a somewhat quiet conversation with the strange lady before addressing Amon and Ser Carver, which was what the Knight had introduced himself as.

[i]“I am Molly, thank you for bringing our Lady Amalthea back safe this evening,” she said kindly towards them. “Who might you be?”[/i]

Amon brought his hands together in front of him and bowed his head to Molly as was traditional in his home country when welcomed inside someone else's home. 'It was our pleasure good lady. I am Amon, Scholar, Interpreter and Traveller. I have come seeking an audience with your lord to inquire about potential employment. And this' he continued presenting Ser Carver 'Is the Knight Ser Carver, he too seeks an audience with your lord.' Amon bowed and stepped to one side in order that Ser Carver might present himself also.