Next Stop.

He landed on his feet with a loud thud, befitting a man of his physical appearance. He hadn't actually fallen from anywhere, just appeared here from the portal, but it was very much akin to a jump to him. Disoriented, slightly, he held a hand to his head, "Whoa, I don't plan on doing something like that ever again." He murmured quietly to himself, gathering his bearings, before he looked around at the area where he'd landed.

Lifeless, for the most part, and quite barren, there seemed to be people at least. He was glad for that, even if many of the men were eyeing him as a threat and many of the women as a piece of succulent meat they couldn't wait to dig into. Maybe this was a mistake. He thought, but immediately pushed the thought to the back of his head. He felt like there was a reason why he'd chosen to come here and so he would find it and, as he turned around to stare up at the extravagantly gaudy hotel, the only beacon of light in this vast wasteland, El figured that this was the best place to look.

There was no use sitting there and contemplating deeply about the decision, El had already come here and there was no going back. It was no different than making a decision on the battle field, something El had much experience in doing. With his head held high, as always, El approached the building before him and stepped inside, because of course he had been outside of it.

Before he could speak up, or even look around, he'd already been greeted by someone. El ignored him for a while, so that he could come completely inside the building and close the door behind like any polite person would do, and approached the desk to speak more formally. "If you think you can." He answered, casually inspecting the guy at the desk. He was dressed fairly sharply, at least compared to the people El had seen outside, and this hotel was much better than any of the other building surrounding it. El could only assume this man was in charge, or, at least, paid well by whoever was in charge.

"My name's El, I just came here for some wispy ghost like place with portals." El figured that wouldn't be much information thought, "I don't know why, I just felt like there was something here for me." His head was telling him that that sentence wasn't much better, but he chose not to say anything else. Just speaking alone was confusing even himself.

El nodded his head, glad that what he was trying to say had actually been understood by someone. El, personally, still couldn't fathom it, completely, himself, but it was much easier for him to keep a cool head than ask questions. He folded his arms, watching the man behind the desk and being reminded, by the man's eyes, of dragons back in his home world. El had never fought a dragon before, not that he could remember anyway, but he had heard many stories of them. As far as he could remember, they were suppose to be extinct, meaning this world was much more fantastical than he originally anticipated.

Certainly El hadn't been expecting the sudden appearance of a woman, as irate and generally upset as any dragon of legend he'd been thinking about prior. Then again, El hadn't been expecting being whisked away from his home world and called to this planet for someone else's needs, or maybe his own wish, which was a fact that was still up for debate. It warranted a whistle from him, clearly impressed with the man behind the desk and his speedy service, even if this woman wasn't exactly what El thought he was looking for. She was quite stunning though, comparable to any of the queens that had asked for his hand and he denied for the sake of his duty, but El didn't pay her any mind.

He unfolded his arms, standing up straight and puffing out his chiseled chest while he adjusted the silver colored sword on his waist, running his long fingers along its hilt with the utmost delicate of touches. Durandal was much more than a sword to him, it was his partner and he took great care in treating it with respect. He become so precise with his hands, even with his cut physique, that he found many a woman drooling over the things they fantasized he could do with his precision. "Umm... excuse me sir, but I'm not looking for a lady of the night." He spoke up at last, placing his hands down on the desk before him, carefully of course, and leaning forward just a thing bit, "I thought there was something else here, something..." He couldn't help but trail off. El still wasn't sure what he'd been looking for regardless, but it sure wasn't a prostitute.

Everyone seemed so sincere in trying to help him, even with the shadiness of the general area this hotel was in. El wasn't stupid enough to trust them out right, but they both seemed like they actually wanted to help him. He wasn't sure why that disembodied ghost girl had gotten so worked up with warning him about coming here, the people seemed nice enough.

El smiled, genuinely at the woman, seemingly ignoring her advances and standing up straight after she'd leaned in towards him. The quiver of her luscious lips, and displaying of his voluptuous body, were definitely an attempt to tempt him, El had seen it before. "If you insist then, my lady, I'll ask for your assistance." El replied.

(The best part is, this song came on on my playlist as I wrote this post. xD It was too priceless.)

She returned the smile that was shown by him with one of her own, giggling lightly after he accepted her insistent offer. "Wonderful~. Now then..." She lifted herself upon the desk, letting her bum slide smoothly unto the surface in a fluid motion, it seeming to pop as she arced her body in a rather formal, almost practiced sort of manner and muttered in a seductive tone, "How May I Be of Service...?" She bat her eyes at him a bit before wrapping her chain up around her hands and binding them together, placing them in her lap cutely, like a little girl waiting for a treat... And licked her lips ever so slightly at him, swiftly enough that it wouldn't be noticed by anyone except for him.

"Well as I stated to our, mysterious, friend here," El motioned towards the man still sitting at the desk, who had become eerily silent. He could admit that it unnerved him a tad, but he continued as if it hadn't. "Me and Durandal," running his fingers along the hilt of the silver blade on his hip before resting his palm on its pommel, "came from some wispy space filled with portals to places on this planet and the apparition of a girl." El didn't feel as tongue tied as he had before, speaking much more eloquently and speaking with such an accent that, where ever he'd come from, he was raised among royalty, possibly born with a silver spoon in his mouth. If expressions serve to describe him well.

"She informed me of the reason I could have been pulled from my home world and I felt like there was something in this particular area of the planet that needed me." He paused and allowed that to hit for a while, searching this beautiful woman's face for any signs of understanding as well as the man at her side. Truthfully, he had not come to this hotel seeking a lady of the night, but a true escort could be of assistance to him.

"Afterwards I landed here, at the doorstep of this establishment."

El thought to himself for a moment, about the woman's words. He had always been known as a man of the people, and he found joy in the little things that he did for people, for no reward of course. It seemed like a viable reason for why he could have felt something from this particular area rather than the other four, who as seemed to fine and dandy in comparison. He thought for only a brief second on two of course, before nodding his head and folding his arms and rubbing his chin as he eyed this woman as she spread herself out across the desk top. As if she were the buffet of a hungry man returning home from war.

"If I could impose on your kindness for a bit longer." He replied, sounding as if he were asking her permission to show him around as she had offered. No matter how... free this woman seemed to be, she was still a lady in his eyes and he was taught to teach them all with the utmost of respect and courtesy. El was a knight, after all.

And who said Chivalry was dead?

Of course was there in the split second he needed to be to catch her, with his hands placed firmly and squeezing on her hips, as she tripped and fell over, which was the reason why she'd fallen into his chest in the first place. He'd stepped back a bit since she'd sprawled herself out on the desk, but returned to a position to catch her in a fraction of a second. She probably hadn't noticed, but El wasn't so sure about the mysterious man, with eyes as focused as an elder dragon's and a demeanor to match.

Casually, the knight smiled inwardly at his actions and only nodded his head at her compliment before following her towards the door. He stopped at the threshold though and tapped his left breast the fist of his left hand before holding his hand, palm showing, out towards the woman. "The sword of silver at my side is Durandal. I am known as Elliott Faulkner of the Gaerean Kingdom, first of my name, but my friends call me El. As you may as well." He bowed his head, "And may I ask the same of you, Milady?"

El couldn't help but smirk a little bit as he lifted his head, knowing that he'd only been given what he'd been asked for. El could read her coyness like an open book, but he chose not to show it. She withheld information because she probably knew something about this place that El didn't. He hadn't look around to see if anyone was listening in, but he probably would heard something if there was someone.

"As you wish, Lady L'sia."  El placed his hand back on the pommel of his sword of silver and followed after Tzita for a while before catching up and walking at her side. She was quite tall, not as tall as himself of course, but compared to a lot of the women of his home world. She had quite the exotic color of skin as well, El would be lying if he ever said he wasn't, at least, a small bit interested in her, even if only for how unique she appeared to him.