Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-26852465-20160410014146

Lyle suddenly jumped at Agrarian's point, reaching into a pouch on his hip and pulling from it a rag. He didn't remove his armor, reaching over every sleek crevice to wipe the grime off of his cuirass, his gauntlets, and his leggings. He then removed his scarf, frowning a bit. Alf had grimed it up with his old man hands.. thinking that his rag wouldn't cleanse his scarf, Lyle reached over the boat and dipped it into the salty water, wringing out what water he could before scraping through the remaining dirt with the tips of his fingers.

"I've always tried to keep my armor clean; it's the least I could do to honor the one that forged it for me. Ever since that day, four years ago.. I've never worn anything besides this uniform!" He patted his chest firmly, setting his scarf to the side.

"Indeed I do know what a squire is, Sir Agrarian! They are the apprentice of seasoned knights, such as yourself!" Lyle took a small breath, looking towards the afternoon sky. "The position isn't as prestigious as one would imagine; there's a lot of labor involved, I've heard! Cleaning armor, polishing weapons, preparing meals and the like. Let me tell you know, sir. My cooking is unparalleled!"

"So you say, anyway..." Alf commented half-heartedly from the dock. He wouldn't say anything about it, but... he didn't appreciate Lyle's cooking; not one bit.

As things quieted down, Lyle tilted his head at a remark Agrarian made. "Vile temptresses, sir? Are you the type of knight that hunts succubi, exclusively?" Lyle had a small manual in his pouch. The cover was worn, but elligible. It was a monster manual... from many, many years ago.

"Most monsters are bloodthirsty fiends that murder without prejudice.. but Succubi care more about one's spirit energy, than anything violent..." Lyle murmured under his breath, flipping through several pages.