So, this was the man who would escort Dox through the dry desert wilderness. Through flat plains of green and forested foliage. Admittedly, Dox was afraid. Not of death: her heart had been hardened to it, but of what lay beyond the desert sand. What lay beyond the high walls of Satel. Dox gazed upon him as he looked to her. There was a kind of wilderness in his dark eyes. One of such intensity that Dox felt the need to revert her own. And she did, lowering them to the table before her. The crowd's cheer for him was almost as deafening as it had been for her. Why wouldn't it be? He was just as important, if not more. He was tasked with her protection, even though she capable of handling herself, and should the time come she couldn't slit her own throat upon the alter, he would be forced to. For the sake of the Orjun tribe.<br/><br/>As the man sat beside Dox, she took in a deep breath while reminding herself not to stare, although it<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>difficult. She had heard her caregivers speculate about the chosen escort. Always a savage Orjun brother or sister, and side eyeing the man beside her, Dox could believe it. He was a hulk of a man! She was certain he could crush her skull with his bare hands. The air escaped from her chest with a "huff" as the Chief introduced the Guide. A lanky man with long, black hair. He seemed...nervous? The man was shaking, his gaze flitting back and forth as he looked out at the crowd. He reminded Dox of a nervous little bird. The man's shaking worsened as he sat beside Motto, his gaze everywhere but upon the savage man. Dox couldn't help a little smile, which she hid behind a slim hand. If everyone reacted to her escort the way her guide did they would have no troubles on their journey.<br/><br/>The Chief clapped his hands and beautiful young women clothed in black filled the table before them. This was their last night in Satel, so the ceremony called for only the best. Glazed meats, and candied fruit, cakes, wine, fresh greens, all were before the three. The crowd had gone back to their own dancing and feasting, leaving the three to enjoy themselves.<br/><br/>Dox, used to the food before her, ate with calculated control. She steered clear of the more decadent dishes and hardly touched her wine. Their guide, however, did not. He ate with abandon, piling his plate high and emptying his goblet twice before slowing down. He seemed like a grubby child and made a mess like one. "I do not envy you for having to sit beside him."  Dox leaned close to her escort and spoke quietly. The crowd was loud enough to hide the sharper points of her speech. "I'm Dox." She had straightened and spoken louder for the man at the end to hear her as well. "Parsifal." The guide spoke through a full mouth. At least he had the decency to use a napkin.