Darius followed as far as the table that had the rather delicious looking food spread out upon it. Normally he did not eat so well, but the circumstances were reason for special treatment. A Warlord with a new Mistress was something likely to be spread across the mountain quicker than the fires that occasionally ravaged the valleys below. A thick slice of cheese on a hot roll was half devoured and then summarily sat down as soon as she explained what she had done.<br/><br/>It was half of his own volition that he crossed the room, and the other half was his being led. Despite the innocent look of what she had done, Darius still found himself wary. Magic was an unknown to him, something to be practiced by the shamanistic folk that lived higher up on the mountain. They were relied upon for their curative knowledge, and occasionally their mysticism. It was tradition to seek them out to find out the sex of a child some weeks before it had been born. He had sought their blessing when he had felled the previous Warlord and taken his place, but that was for the most part the extent of Darius interaction with the arcane arts.<br/><br/>"Swimming is not hard for a fish, dearest Gwenevere. However, for a goat, it is another matter entirely. If you say I should be able to, I will attempt it though. It seems harmless enough." Squatting down, he rested at eye level with the floating vials. He didn't entirely know how it worked, but Darius could only assume there was something holding the things up that was just outside his ability to see. Standing, he moved behind Gwen, and pressed himself against her backside with his chin resting on the un-branded shoulder.<br/><br/>"Show me?"