Nimue decided she liked the knight. While he was full of altruistic dreams, he was quite attractive. His hand kissing was extraordinaire and she also liked his horse. At his signal, she stood,taking extra time to smooth her dress and cape and to fluff out her hair. With a bright smile, she moved close to him, admiring herself in the armour's reflection.<br/><br/>"Come then, Sir Knight, I will lead you to lodging. While we walk, won't you share what your quest is? The Holy Grail? Although it is rumored that Saint Joseph hid it in the hills of Avalon, I can assure you the Lady of the Lake swears that is only an old wive's tale. You do know the monks eat plan fare, course brown bread and a stew made only of vegetables and an old bone. Tomas, he is their runner, he told me that the bone they use in the stew has been used over fifty times this year. That bone is so cooked that is is stark white. He said he thought he was staring at the head of a squirrel, the one time it floated to the top."<br/><br/>Nimue chatted away, her topics as varied and random as a hummingbird. Maric was not given much opportunity to answer the questions she flung at him nor to remark about the information she shared. They passed by the low wall surrounding the monks garden.<br/><br/>"And I would think that armour would make you boil in the heat and your skin freeze solid when it is cold. Why do you not wear boiled leather and chain mail when not in battle. If you camped by the springs, I could bring you food in the morning. What did you say your quest was about?"<br/><br/>Nimue had grown so animated in her chatter than she found herself clutching his armour clad forearm as she sashayed along next to the knight. His legs where longer than her and so every bit she had to do a hop step to keep up. Nimue warmed to the idea of keeping this man around. He made her feel. What? she had not analyzed the feeling, but for the first time in a long time, she was feeling.