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[hildago]

That he walked his trusty steed Rocinante through doors is not by far the strangest thing to happen to Don Quixote, the bravest, most honorable, most stalwart of all knights in the history of Knight Errantry.

Even, that he is suddenly in a new place might not seem so strange to the Knight, who, as those with a penchant for the wonders of the Romance as a genre of literature can attest. After all, magic is a staple of such books. (They are also what drove our brave, honorable stalwart knight from his very wits.) It is a good thing he is clad in his armor (which is rusted, barely holding together and very heavy)!

It is a lovely place, he finds, after all. Bright and warm with lovely flowers and a field of clover that beckons Rocinante closer. The horse, who, in Quixote's mind, is the most valiant of all steeds, is actually a poor, old sway-backed hack who would very much like to only roam through the clover.

The old man and the old horse wander further and the man can be heard exclaiming, "Sancho! I say, Sancho, it seems we have found a new adventure." He does not look behind him to see that his squire has not made the journey to this place with him. "Surely, this will be a place wherein I can honor my fair Dulcinea with deeds worthy of her name!"


[enter one Don Quixote de la Mancha, fighter of windmills and sheep, man bereft of his wits. Please keep him from the flowers and his horse from the clover?]

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[trapdoorspider]

Behold someone who might actually know who Don Quixote is! Of course, it will depend on the day whether he recognizes this or not. He's walking in the shade of the awnings along the street, broad brimmed hat on. The day is far too warm for the leather trenchcoat and gloves he wears, but Myrnin doesn't seem to mind. He pauses to look the new arrival over.

"I wouldn't count on it," Myrnin chimes in. "Honor all you like but Dulcinea is unlikely to hear of your deeds worthy or otherwise. Hello. Welcome to Itinere. There should be a...thing-a-ma-bob in your pocket." He reaches into his own pocket and gets his PDA out, waggling it at Don Quixote.

[hildago]

"I beg your pardon, fine sir!" Don Quixote stops, and Rocinante stops .. once he's bumped into Don Quixote and nearly sent the hildago tumbling off of his gangly legs. "I do not know of these ... "

He may not even have a pocket. But he finds such as these. "I am sure this has been let here by the Black Knight! What is this place, again? Is it here La Mancha?"

[trapdoorspider]

Myrnin watches with an amused smirk on his face as he watches the man from beneath the wide brim of his hat. He doesn't make any move to safe guard against the man falling off the horse, though if he had fallen Myrnin certainly could have caught him had he cared to. He doesn't argue with the man nor does he hurry him, simply lets him find the bit of technology on his own. Perhaps it's because he'd had a similar experience upon his arrival. He had been fortunate to have some experience with cell phones before arriving here though. Claire had even taught him to text back home.

Myrnin's eyebrow arches at the man's words. He recognizes a few of those words. He tilts his head to one side, examining the man with a renewed vigor. "Itinere and no, I don't believe you'll find it's in La Mancha. You've just come from there?"

[hildago]

"I have!" The hildago says with a surety he doesn't entirely feel. "I was - " he turns and finds not his stables, but ... well, more clover and quite strange looking buildings. "This is a most grand adventure. My squire will call it an Island-worthy adventure, surely."

[trapdoorspider]

"Island worthy?" Myrnin asks, the smirk still playing at the corners of his lips. "I am Myrnin." He is sorely tempted to add the Lord and of Conroy, but he doubted either of those would mean much to this man. Besides his Conroy was no more and the queen that had made him Lord is long deceased. "And might I ask your name?"

[hildago]

"Don Quixote de la Mancha! Knight Errant! Righter of wrongs and redresser of grievances," he is told. "I did, you see, promise my squire the governorship of an island with a worthy enough adventure!"

[trapdoorspider]

Well, he's exactly who Myrnin thought he was. Of course, Myrnin thought he was fictional as well. Never the mind. Stranger things and the like. "Well then, I shall assure you this place is worthy enough an adventure. I believe you'll agree if you stick around a bit."

[hildago]

"Ah, what excellent news!" exclaims the hildago. "Now... If I can only find Sancho and where he's wandered off to." the knight turns a slow, creakedy circle. "What sorts of adventures, say you? Dragons? Dark knights?"

[trapdoorspider]

"Best of luck in finding your squire," Myrnin nods. As to adventures, his eyebrows go up. "Dark knights to be certain, though they may not look like the ones you know. You can find them hiding in alleys and like at night. I've not seen a dragon, but then perhaps it's being sneaky."

[hildago]

"Dragons," the knight intones, "are very sneaky indeed." Oh yes. So sneaky that he has never seen one! But he does not deny that they exist.

"It is my experience," he adds, "That dark knights do like the night, as it matches the pitch of their souls."

[trapdoorspider]

"You've experience with them then?" Myrnin is curious. He really isn't called bullshit on Don.

Myrnin can't help but snicker at that. "Indeed it would. However, not all dark knights are bad. Simply misunderstood."

[hildago]

"... misunderstood?" That seems to trip the hildago up and he pauses, brows drawn. "Well ... yes," he decides after a moment's thought. "Not all men are bad, are they? They are only ... yes, misunderstood. Though!" he is quick to add. "Many are bad."