<span style="font-style: italic">"Fine... But only because my Lord has requested it! However... We are not going to become friends... Get me you dishonorable little bitch?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Dishonorable little bitch, huh? I doubt you would even want to be my friend even under normal circumstances..." </span></span>Blake thought to himself, shrugging his shoulders at the angered knight. In all likelihood, Blake could see him and Gallin as war partners. Nothing more, nothing less. Although this didn't mean much to him at all, it does make him wonder why Gallin is so upset. The King had merely seen his potential as a warrior... And he doesn't trust Blake either. Although, how could they not be so unstinting? Blake still attacked the king's men... And he didn't even do much to hurt them at all.<br/><br/>With one look, Blake could only shrug his shoulders at the sight. All that was in there was a bed, hook rack of five on the left wall and a pretty large wardrobe. Though it was not much, it was something to Blake. "Well thank you. I shall make good use of this space." Blake said with a smile, entering his room and taking a moment to look out of the window.