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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.

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.