“Very good to see you too my buddy!” the knight eagerly greeted as the strange cat nestled on the nearby bullhead.  It wasn’t like he knew the voice, but based on his expertise on post-amnesia recovery, it was generally a good idea to pretend that he did.<br/><br/>“Indeed, indeed,” he added to the notion of the dangers of rain, “Alas, I’ve been taken prisoner—if thou… must’t… know.”<br/><br/>His words tumbled in the attempt to adapt to the cat’s poetic style, and before he even finished the sentence, the creature had lost focus already. The Taurus was apparently still too preoccupied with the girl whose eyes were fully awake, yet she still had made no verbal contact with the knight. Once the cat was gone, it seemed like a good time to make introductions with the Taurus, just in case he had yet not noticed the knight’s presence in the cage.<br/><br/>“Pardon,” the White Knight said and gave two rough taps on the sweaty, purple skin of the mighty beast-man’s shoulder, which was about at the height of the knight’s head and far more muscular than his. The man went on, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe we have not officially met. I am the White Knight, and I seek for information about the terms of my release.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>