[i]David would find Camela sprinting after him, panting quietly as her gilded steel armor would make a small ruckus. As she caught up to David, she would nod again to him.[/i] "Armillion.. wanted me to escort you around. ...Alright, I'll admit. After you left, I asked to escort you, perhaps protect you, for a time. I don't believe that you would need much protection, but.. Trayve isn't exactly the safest place. Political enemies are everywhere. By the way.. what did you say, in that foreign language?"