Motto's nose twitched.  The delicious smells belonged to the foods placed before him by a handsome woman in black.  He smiled wide and nodded to her; grateful for the meal.  His hunger was great and he would fill his belly before the journey.  He went straight for the meats, sniffing them cautiously and giving them an experimental lick before savagely ripping into them.  The flavors were heavy but the meat was tender and easy to chew.  Juices dribbled freely down Motto's chin as he feasted.  He did not touch his cup.<br/><br/>He sensed the Chosen One's intention to speak and leaned towards her as she did.  Something about the one of his other side.  Her voice lacked hostility so Motto let it be.  She shared her name,<span style="font-style: italic">"Dox."  "Parsifal"</span>, the other's name most likely.  Motto remembered the names and continued eating until he was full.  Standing, he stretched and held his lambskin up and poured water down onto his face while rubbing it clean.  Once satisfied, he dashed water onto his other hand before wiping it off on his pants.  The clothes were plentiful and soft on his body!  Almost too warm for his liking but it was the custom of Chosen One's people and easy to honor.<br/><br/>There were so many people.  It was strange and different.  No need to spend more time among them.  Turning to Parsifal, Motto clamped a hand on the man's shoulder.<span style="color: #00BF00">"We go now."</span>