Antikas' arms remained crossed over his chest as she spoke. He took in a deep breath and started to shake his head, but stopped. A look of disappointment almost overtook his features, but he fought hard against his emotions and tried keeping a straight face. Someone questioning his command was certainly not something he was accustomed to.<br/><br/>"Ok, let us try another approach," a hint of sarcasm could be detected in his tone. "Greetings. My name is Antikas. And you, m'lady?"<br/><br/>His cold eyes peered straight into hers as he stood there awaiting her response. In Starthra he had been well known for his playful personality, but also for his non-tolerant attitude, too. Serving as the right-hand man to the Magi-Prince, Drythar, he commanded respect through out the realm. He couldn't recall anyone ever questioning his authority in his finals years of life. The biggest question he could think upon was how long he had been 'asleep',  as the old man had described it. The only logical solution was to return to Starthra. For better or worse, he couldn't accept anything less.<br/><br/>In his mind he saw a tall building, lit by the vast sunlight. He was atop the roof, and he saw himself on the edge. He executed leaps and spins in perfect form, similiar to the moves he had performed earlier in his room. Once he could have done all of these with ease. The image disappeared as fragments of his memory were slowly returning. As Antikas stood there he embraced her features once more, looking closer. His eyes scanned over her shoulders, along her jawline and lips, and back to her eyes. A cool breeze pushed through the only opening into the room aside from the door. His body tensed.<br/><br/>"Don't make this too difficult. Surely you know the way out of this place. If it's locked, then I need a key. If not, then lead me to the door and I'll be on my merry way. I'm not so sure that I even belong here. I must return home. I would reward you greatly, if I could. Unfortunately, I don't possess any of my belongings here."