Xan~
Xan stared after the girl for a while before a rough hand gripped the back of his trousers, sending him flying into the room with a shout of surprise. An old man with a long black bead stood firm in the center of the room, staring at Xan. "Alexandrite! It took you two weeks to get here?!" The man yelled angrily, his english accent threading perfectly through each word.
"Sorry grandfather, I mean, Dreamstalker." Xan bit his bottom lip at the slip of the word grandfather. Dreamstalker sighed and waved it off, not bothering to correct Xan.
"Eh, it's fine to call me that in private, just not in front of the king. But! Something that's not fine is you coming two weeks late! Argh! Where were you?! The Swamp of Tears?" Xan shook his head.
"No sir, I was on a mission and you know how Faolin is..." Both Xan and Dreamstalker shuddered aloud.
"Yes, she's like your mother and grandmother. Their temper gets the best of them all the time," at that they both nodded.
"Okay, well, what'd you call me here for this time?" Xan asked, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as the old man shook his head.
"It's a pot load of things. First of all, my visions for the king are getting harder to read and it's getting harder for me to get out there and get my herbs. So, I need you to stay here and help me for a bit," he smiled and began to cough violently, gripping his chest. He summoned a glass of water and chugged it down, letting out a breath. "Now, lets get you... out of these... rags," Dreamstalker tugged on the pants and walked over to his dresses fondling around until he found what he was looking for. He tossed the clothes at Xan and shoved him into an enclosed room. Xan sighed and changed, walking back out.
"Now what?"
"We wait for dinner!" Dreamstalker declared whole heartily. Boy did he love dinner at the castle.
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The clothes: http://i367.photobucket.com/albums/oo11 ... rtd4-1.jpg
