<div class="floatright">(http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l161/kaio999/Rickard2.jpg)</div><br/>Ciceras (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141082.0) emerged on the second train into the town, the knight was dressed to dance not make war and so to the fae appeared to have classical Victorian garb, his knighthood allowing the finer things, but all of it flowed beautifully and fit on the dancer as if it were made to be only warn by him... even hooves were accentuated in the outfit. Only a Sidhe could do better he imagined. a brilliant smile played on the Satyrs face He also had a large sack full of his armor and weapons, the only thing that appeared was his walking stick which had the carved face of a Satyr upon it. The staff blathered on about how he should be more focused on improving his ability with the sword than slapping his heels together.<br/><br/>Old Man Ashu As his staff was called snipped,<em>"You could be fighting the Ogres of Black Hall, or proving your mettle in the tournaments of the Sidhe you silly boy."</em>Grumbled the old weapon,<em>"I have been the weapon of over 7 of the finest warriors and you are by far the least impressive."</em><br/><br/>Ciceras ignored the staff and when his eyes fell on the Nobles of the area, he fell into a graceful bow. "I present myself to you my lord and lady, I am Sir Ciceras and the old chimerical weapon Ashu."<br/><br/><em>"I am not old you brat, I am aged, like fine wine. Now bow me so I can pay my respects you idiot."</em><br/><br/>The graceful dancer snorted but did as the staff asked and bent it slightly downward as if it were truly bowing.