"Out out out! Shoo! The king wishes to get dressed!"<br/>Barked Sir Gallin as he shoved Blake out of the king's room, and like the loyal guard dog he knew Gallin was... He stood guard at the door.<br/><br/>'Fair enough...' Blake thought to himself, believing it pointless to even try and something to the knight. It seemed could somehow acknowledge he was rather impatient, despite keeping his calm intact thus far. It was not like he underestimated the king. Not even for a moment.<br/><br/>However, he had no doubts. He took the wiser of the two courses offered to him. Truth be told, he would have liked to run off. Only to see this king powers. And if he had ended up killing the King, though he had not deemed it possible... He would not have as fun as he could making Sir Gallin eat a buffet of his own words. It was not like Blake did not like him or hate him... But he did not like his cocky bravado and stand-offish attitude. But he had to try and work with this guy and that was about it... 'Simple enough.' Blake thought, starting to play with a gem in his pocket.