Donald
Leaving Valac behind to guard their camp, Noctis volunteered to go into town to get some food. However... It would be a shame to come to this little village and not even order a hot meal... Chuckling to himself, he wandered the streets until he found a small street side restaurant with a bar like counter and stools to sit on. He took a stool, drawn to the restaurant by the scent of the sizzling meats, the frying vegetables and the sweet rice being cooked in pots. 

He patted the coins in his pockets and smiled contentedly. He'd order Valac something and take it back to him. 

What anyone would see as they approached the street side food venue would be perhaps the most beautiful human man- it was almost supernatural the allure his features held. Women and men alike that walked past him on the street stumbled over themselves, children gazed with wide eyes before being pulled along- it was as if his very presence seemed to light up the street. 

His clothes were as dark as his hair, black as pitch, with a gleam of platinum greaves flashing from beneath his large well decorated cloak as he sat down on the stool. His swords sheath peeked out from beneath his cloak but the hilt and pommel he kept hidden beneath the well woven fabric. 

All in all, he was definitely an easy person to spot out of a crowd. He smiled and ordered- and the voice that came out was almost musical, clear and warm but with a hint of a rasp. 

"A large bowl of your steamed rice there, two of those sticks covered in meats and vegetables, two more of those other mea- what's that? Teriyaki? Yes please whatever you say, and then ooo a bowl of whatever you just sold, with the noodles yes. The largest bowl please. Some of those little white balls- Bao? That sounds fantastic, yes. I'll take a dozen. They're very filling? Well I've been warned, I'll take the dozen." 

It seemed despite his lithe form that he had a rather fierce appetite. 

Noctis got hungry after travel, primarily because he never used a horse

To get around- he simply ran. It was an arduous process sometimes but much better than traveling by horse- it drove him crazy to just sit there and he'd never quite learned how anyways.
Cristal
*Saurek had entered the village much more hesitantly than he would have if it was lestos. But he had traveled and a deep hunger had taken hold of the giant orc that he couldn't simply ignore any longer especially if he was to keep his strength and temper in check. Part of him wished he had simply chose to hunt some beast in the woods as his kind often did to attain meat. Yet that day he simply chose to do something a little different.*

*As he entered the village he could already smell the scent of cooked meat, vegetables, and whatever else the street restaurants were cooking assailed his nostrils. It was all smells that were much more potent and more appetizing than when even he was used to. Unfortunately, as Saureck dismounted his horse and tied it off to a post nearby he attracted a crowd of his own but for all the wrong reasons. For one being an orc so far from home made him an unusual sight, with his stern and harsh grizzled face, Tattoos form, and distinct glowing orange eyes he made people part ways so as to not get in the way of such a large individual.* 

*Saureck began to walk down the main path, trting ro ignore how out of place he looked in his elaboarate armor. Breathing deeply the fresh air was a crisp and sharp contrast to the heavy and choking air of lestos. Truly it was wonderful people got to live in such a peaceful place. As he approached the street vendor his bright eyes locked onto the ethereally beautiful figure sitting at there. But his gaze was torn away as he approached and smelled the delicious seeming food.*

*Observing what they had listened in common he tried to think looking around to try and figure out what he was supposed to do. It was obvious despite the fearsome appearance Saurek was out of his league. Still he spoke in a surprisingly deep and course voice, it sounded as if he had gravel in his throat but despite the roughness accented by the lisp of smaller orc fangs.*

"Er... Just give me whatever you think would be best for an individual of my stature." *He would have tried to ask or figure out what anything noctis said was. He didn't know what rice was much less the do called noodles and bar. A part of him was morbidly curious to see if the other could eat that much as he sat down on a stool that creaked under his weight. Saurek did his best to look serious an attempt to keep people away from him or conversing with him do he did not further potentially emberass himself or make if appear as if he did not know what he was doing.*
Donald
"They called in the big guns for this quest huh?" Noctis asked, unabashedly taking a closer stool to the imposing man and gazing up at him, his long dark lashes blinking a few times as silver irises studied the Archduke- that Noctis unfortunately did not **Know** Was an Archduke. Likely neither did anyone on the street. 

As the workers scrambled to start cooking up the massive amount of food that would be served, Noctis toyed with his long silvered earring before speaking again. 

"I've seen a few orcs in my time- but you're the biggest I've ever seen. Thats impressive because once I-" He cut himself off, almost on the verge of declaring the time he'd arm wrestled a huge orc who'd been the right hand to a child of Innea. A genius tactician who might have posed a real threat to Scipio in the Cousin Conflict, had they not chosen the wrong lover to bring to their bed. 

"Well once I saw an orc that was over six foot eight or so, but uh, you top that. Names Noctis, Noctis Camille. Traveler, adventurer, very hungry." He put out his hand for a shake, he had slender fingers that maybe should pluck a harp but never hold a sword- even his nails were perfect down to the cuticle.
Cristal
*Saurek looked over at noctis surprised if anything someone chose to talk to him, much less already seeming to know what he was here for. Though he supposed if their was a quest in need of doing and a very large battle ready orc showed up suddenly then it would seem obvious why he was here. But more so it was unexpected for someone to approach so casually, it had been a very long time since anyone had approached him so casually. His fiery orange eyes met Noctis's silver eyes as he looked him over for a moment in case this was somebody he should be more respectful of. But he did not immediately know who he was so he responded in kind.* "Yes they did I suppose, wasn't intending to be here for it but since I'm here I would be a disgrace not to lend a hand in aid." *He saw no need to reprimand the former as in these lands he was not some famous general or archduke, he was a foreigner in lands not of his own and so it would be best to approach every casual situation with that knowledge.* 

"Oh really now, I cant say I've seen many humans in my time, few would even survive my homelands should they step foot there. The only ones I have seen were nobles who came for diplomacy and nothing more." *Saurek shook his head, he normally would have simply nodded and ignored the other, but perhaps it would be best to learn more about the outside world and peoples through casual conversation.* "I do not think there is a bigger orc than myself in any of the realms, I suppose I should thank my parents for the advantage they bestowed upon me." *Despite his attempts to sound normal his speach was an awkward blend of trying to be casual and formal and it came across painfully clunky. Internally he winced as he was met with the reality that his lack of small talk outside of war or political matters was proving to be disadvantageous.*

*A glimmer of amusement shone in his blazing eyes as Noctis spoke as if the orc he saw was some specimen or attraction to behold. He had realized just as much he considered others strange, most others considered him strange. The awkward disjointedness of so many species that did not intermingle often.* "Rather easily if I say so myself. Noctis Camille... Hmmm unusual but a lovely name nontheless, its my pleasure to meet you. I am, Saurek Zerenex, nobleman of lestos." *Saurek prayed the other did not know of him, he would rather avoid the problems or fuss that could arrive should the knowledge of him being a general much less an archduke was in Yronis of all realms.*
Donald
So Noctis' suspicions had been right- this man was here in answer of the quest. It was an easy thing to deduce, but all the same it was a good to know. There was something about this man that felt... Oddly familiar, not as if he knew him, but just a certain nostalgia. Something about him reminded Noctis of his own time period, the one he'd lost. 

After letting Saurek respond in kind, Noctis nodded his head slowly. He seemed entirely at ease sitting beside the massive armored Orc, as relaxed as someone might seem in their own home, and the truth of it was that he was entirely relaxed. Everything about this man radiated strength, but Noctis still had yet to meet anyone that truly made him feel threatened. Nyx, the blood moon, the terrifying and beautiful in her arts of war, had been strong- but he was confident he could defeat her well and true in a real battle to the death. 

Perhaps that was the case, perhaps she hadn't shown him her full strength, who knew? What he did know was that he'd faced down the might of gods and lived, he'd even survived encounters against their avatar armor. That overwhelming power... It was enough to almost make him shudder in remembrance. 

"My Lord, it's a pleasure to meet you. Nobleman of Lestos? My that is interesting- I've been unfortunately negligent of the worlds affairs for some time, so forgive me for not knowing proper etiquettes." What Saurek might found the most odd was that Noctis seemed to be speaking perfect Daumanic. It was a minor but exceptionally useful blessing of his fathers, there is a deep beauty in the languages of the nine realms and thus, Noctis was able to speak every language without even a second thought. The ability could even go so far as to be heard as *Two* Distinct languages by separate people- for example if he spoke to an elf and an orc, the Elf would hear Velarian and the orc would hear Daumanic. 

This one required conscious effort- for now only the orcish language would be heard. Better for privacy that

Way. 

"I've never had food from this realm- have you my Lord?"
Cristal
*Saurek noted him for a moment and turned to look away towards the chefs who cooked with a fervor as they attempted to gather everything. The strong smell of cooking meat and vegetables accented with various spices was unusual and a little off putting to him. His eyes gazed at the strangely beautiful man noting how relaxed he seemed to be, that in itself told him something was a bit off as even his gaze was sometime too much for most people and yet the other only seemed to acknowledge him as another being. He was surprised at how refreshing it felt given the suspicion, fear, and uncomfortable curiosity he was given by strangers as he traveled. He removed a slip of paper from one of his satchels fastened to his armor and started reading, the writing itself was not in a language but a code of sorts of many strange symbols. A system he devised himself to ensure every message was encrypted so only those with proper clearance could even read it.* 

*Hearing the other address him as lord caused him to look down and shake his head at the smaller man.* "No need to refer to me as lord, I hold no influence, much less any significant authority to do anything. If anything call me Atlas, its what foreigners have taken to calling me. Don't fret so have I, nobleman is only my secondary title as well, im travelling because I need to learn more of the various realms if I am to be a good diplomat." *Despite his seeming calmness his eyes darkened with a paranoid fear, why was a foreigner who said they had only seen a few orcs, talking in fluent and proper Daumanic as if he himself was well accustomed to speaking to orcs. With an easy switch in languages he asked with a tensed tone.* "Tell me, how are you speaking Daumanic so well, very few foreigners know it much less speak it and I have yet to meet any that speak it as well as you do. You say you are a traveler, many travelers speak many languages but few speak like a native. Who are you really?"
Donald
Noctis had forgotten about the gift of his father- with all the craziness of his awakening and the following travels, well, it was easy to get lost. Managing not to grimace, he smiled easily and even gave a tinkling laugh. 

This man was definitely hiding a layer or three- but what was it? Was he perhaps a bodyguard to someone powerful, or maybe the noble claim was a lie? A mercenary maybe. 

Regardless Noctis had his own layers to keep. 

"I had a phenomenal tutor, master of language. He told me once that every dialect was like a separate shining color through the mist of a waterfall. He thought himself something of a poet I guess." Noctis replied with a wry grin, answering with an ease that couldn't even be practiced. The trick was never to really lie, just never phrase the truth the right way. Everyone got what they thought they wanted that way. 

"Truly and honestly right now I am no one of consequence." He replied, turning his silver eyes to gaze at the workers. The smells made his stomach rumble and he couldn't wait to get his teeth into the savory food.
Cristal
*Despite the easy smile and tinkling life Saureks gaze was as harsh as the erupting volcanoes of his homeland as he stared the other down. He was suspicious of the other, from his relaxed posture, overly comfortable conversation, and ability to easily speak his native language it was not completely out of the realm of possibility of assassination. Turning to look at the chefs cook the food he paused to ensure he didn't miss any details, no secret attempt to add poison to the food he had asked for. But as nothing happened he took a tense breath in before pausing to look back at him.* 

"Oh really now? Hmmm... Well your tutor must have been one talented man for languages. Consider yourself quite lucky, few people have the luck of a good teacher much less the ability to speak comfortably with a foreign language. Poets are sometimes quite a treat to listen to, with their eloquent way of words." *Saurek appeared to calm down but the back of his mind was now razor alert for the slightest hint of danger. Part of him wanted to move away from the handsom figure but instead he simply started nodding a little he turned as a massive plate of food was placed in front of him. It smelled quite unexpected but still... Good and he certainly would admit he was even more curious for the taste. Choosing to not push it further he started eating once more.*