Cristal
*Saureks gaze burned bright, his pupils having long since shrank. He was looking for the slightest indication of the other being a threat. But as the smaller man was rather oblivious to his concerns much less his appearance he paused for a moment to look at him. It felt as if someone had breathed fresh air into his burning lungs, his shoulder muscles untensing as he forced himself to calm down and regain a level head.*

*As the good was placed in front of him be eyed it with an air of suspicion. It would be an almost comical sight to see such a large figure perturbed by rice... If he didn't have such a large war hammer strapped to his back. Taking a moment he poked it and tasted the rice... An immediate blanch on his face as he slid the bowl away. Instead he chose to eat... Well whatever the white breaded meat was. This time however he ravenously ate as if he was a starving man. It was quite obvious to see his tendency towards meat based foods he was served as that's what he pretty much sorry ate his tastebuds and stomach not quite ready for such a sudden interaction.*

"Well that is a good thing, any good student would do well to respect their tutor. After all where would they be without such a tutor. Life goes on all the same, but I am sure they'd love to talk to you again. That is if you didn't do something to cause you two to grow apart." *Saurek paused for a moment and shook his head.* "Please do not refer to me as your Lord, Saurek is fine enough.* "I find it strange... Its very... Different from what I am used to that is. We don't exactly eat... Vegetables as they simply do not grow in Lestos. But nevertheless some of this is quite good." *He said and despite it he let out a small chuckle.*

"Well it was actually hand crafted by the finest orc blacksmiths, sent and trained out in Mistrion with the dwarfish folk. I'll take it as a compliment, its meant to be armor not just a showpiece despite the reds and golds you see." *Saurek nodded as he began picking his plate clean of any scraps that had survived. Even the despised rice he shoveled down out of respect to the chefs who had worked so hard to make the food for him.* "So tell me, what brings you here if you don't mind me asking?"
Donald
Noctis listened as he ate, scarfing down the rice and buns and noodles and slurping down the soup. He ate much the same as Saurek, like a wild animal out to hunt. However he somehow managed never to spill a drop, get a crumb on his shirt or even gain a soup mustache- as if the food slipped right off him and made every effort to avoid sullying his image. After he decided to stop for breath, he raised his head and grinned. It was a boyish, crooked grin that no noblemans child would have, it was too worldy and knowing. 

"I've been told Lestos is barren and hot, but I am sure there are incredible things there to see. Perhaps if I am ever there you'll be able to show me around. As for right now... Well I am getting some gold. See I recently lost my inheritance," Technically true, he had lost his fortune due to being asleep for thousands of years, who knew what creature or person had emptied his vault or claimed his riches for their own, "So I signed up for this adventurers guild thing to make some money. I can handle a sword pretty well." He said with a gleam in his eye, before taking a long swig of the cold alchoholic drink. 

"Ah. Well, orc smiths fashion some fine stuff. Your armor is designed to be both offensive and defensive, right? Let me guess, you're very strong so if all else failed and you ended up having to grapple, you could pull your enemy right into your spikes. The natural formation of the spikes also make slashing weapons less effective- after all a sword loses a lot of momentum if its angle is thrown off course. I like it, its very impressive. Not quite my style but, I see its effectiveness." He said, talking avidly. His voice was strange, it was as if he could talk for hours and never would it seem to grow stale or let any words drag together. As if he had been custom tailored to be easy to be around. 

"Did you come to hunt this Indaki as well, Saurek?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
Cristal
*Saurek had to take a moment to simply watch Noctis scarf down the large amounts of food placed in front of him. He would have been a fool to say he wasn't impressed at how a much smaller man such as noctis was able to keep pace and occasionally outpace his own speed. Even more impressive was how the other avoided to get seeming any food on himself, Saurek was able to avoid the worst of it simply by being careful or consuming food items in a singular bite. His gaze landed on that boyish grin, and a part of him wondered if under different circumstances he may have been one to grin back jovial and laugh good anturdely. But that childish part of him had died so long ago it was hard to even remember being a boy. *

"Oh well the descriptions of Lestos are hardly ever wrong. Most of the land is engulfed in black volcanic rock, stone, or granite of some kind. The skies are always dark with the billowing ash of constantly erupting volcanoes. The most incredible thing to see in lestos would be the proving grounds where one can watch the finest of warriors win glory or die trying. Or the citadel, truly a marvel of military construction but you would not venture to Lestos for the sights. People come for militaristic aid or to see our warrior customs, we orcs are a proud bunch of the culture we cultivated in our own little corner of the world." *Saureks eyes blazed with harshness as his mind recalled the eastern walls and the nightmarish warfare constantly raging. But then he recalled his people, the warriors who drank and feasted together, ritualistic dances, and a surprisingly kinder people than one would expect. It was hell for other but it was home to him.* "Oh I see, how did you lose your inheritance if you don't mind me asking. Plenty lose them to conniving politicians, backstabbing family, or through simple unfortune."

*He nodded his head in a surprising sense of understanding at his words.* "Good thing you can, even a noble should be able to wield a blade. It is unfortunate but the world grows more dangerous by the day, it can only be helped for some people to try and hold back the evil that threatens us all from the shadows." *Saurek seemed somewhat surprised by how the other immediately picked up in understanding.* "Well you certainly have an eye for strategy, weapons and armor are just as important as a tactic used in a battle. If need be you are correct I could grapple and slice someone open with just the armor. Likewise these bladed parts are meant to slow down a weapons momentum or potentially serve as something else for an arrow to deflect or pierce other than the main plating of the armor. As for the design it is meant to signify my position on a battlefield, work as a outfit should I need to meet with nobles, and still be just as useful in combat for all the reasons we talked about." 

"You would be correct Noctis, I needed to venture to the other realms for diplomatic reasons but if I'm here what better than helping defeat such a dreaded foe? Gold is of little concern to me although a coin could be quite nice."
Donald
"Well a broken clock is correct twice a day." He said with a laugh, chugging down his drink and then setting it down with a satisfied ahh. He cleaned his plate thoroughly and then sat back in the stool like chair, patting his belly. He was six foot exactly, but lean with broad shoulders. He was by no means a massive man, it was as if he'd been built for aesthetics and not power. Running a hand through his thick and silky hair, he glanced at Saurek. 

"So, your people love duels and stuff then, huh?" He asked, silver eyes dancing with delight at the thought. Orcs battling each other for honor or sport, a deadly dance of axes and hammers, blades and fists. He'd become unable to not find beauty in the dance of death, it was a terrible waltz that made him feel alive to watch, to be a part of. Few had been his equal in his own time, he itched to find others of his caliber now. Though chasing fancies like that only distracted him from what really mattered- getting inside the Eternal Palace. 

"I'd love to see that. Perhaps bussiness will take me to Lestos. Could I make coin by betting on fights there?" Noctis would likely make a killing if he could, all were surprised with the pure physical ability of Noctis, who at his greatest could even overpower the biggest Giants. It was taxing to make himself that strong, but all the same... He could at the very least send Valac. That would be the upstart, Valac was incredibly strong and even more durable than Noctis- and with how tiny he was. It was almost enough to make him chuckle.
Cristal
"I suppose it could be..." *His deep voice trailed off as he heard the sounds of arguing down the street. Nothing of importance, two obvious intoxicated individuals brawling their heated tempers out. A sight that was not to uncommon from where he was from either. Saureks gaze was disapproving but he shook it off, who was he to judge other behaviors if he himself was not exactly the model individual in certain times. The large orcs attention was drawn back by Noctis's voice and he turned to look back at him his braided pony-tail swinging around behind him.* 

"Of course we do, what better way to prove yourself a true warrior than to fight. If one does not wish to serve in the Army becoming a gladiator can be a good path as well. There is money to be made, but honor and the potential to be remembered as a warrior in the great halls is all many could ask for. My people have fought for so long against the barbarians of the east, its molded us and forced my kind to be more inclined to war. Unfortunately, its just about all we are seen as good for." *There was a note of bitterness as he gripped his cup tightly staring at the brown liquid inside. Even the few orcs he had seen outside of his homeland still could not seem to escape their seeming fate. Many were adventurers or warriors, he saw few in any other positions and it only reinforced his deeper beliefs. Why was his kind simply sold of to be bloodthirsty savages and nothing more when they stood as a bastion against eastern invaders.* 

*Saurek looked back at the other human and gave a nod.* "Trust me, you would find yourself welcome in my homelands despite how some people believe. I'd be a liar to say nobody would try to size you up, but you seem like you have more to you than meets the eyes." *A voice of stark, grounded genuiness was present as he looked at the other. He really had no reason to, but if anything perhaps it was his intuition telling him something he had not consciously noticed.*

"Oh yes you could make a pretty penny by betting fights there, just don't be surprised if someone challenges you to a fight of their own should they lose a bet." *He said with an amused snort as he looked back over at the brawling drunkards.* "Say I will bet you ten gold that the man on the right will beat the man on the left, I fancy myself an underdog I suppose." *Saurek spoke with a hint of challenge, if Noctis was at all competitive like Saurek tended to be then perhaps he would be inclined to place a bet of his own.*