After a proud and silent moment for this creature
. The silence was ultimately broken by Copy initially, he thinks. "Wh- Who are yo-?""WHO-- WHO AM I?! FOOL~! I am the great, magnificent, old, wise and ultimate power in the whole cosmos!-- And you! Some petty half-wash dares ask me?!"
A notable feature to this rather, interesting monologue. Was the cane that was waved around like it was a snake caught by the creature- In other words, erratic and dangerously.
While Copy was listening, there was this buzzing in the back of his mind. As if he was being toyed with some magical device that caused a psuedo-almost-aneurysm. A bead of sweat begun to trickle down the side of his face. While he prepared himself to speak- this entire time, he felt
this thing was still talking. But he couldn't quite make it out. His mind and body were forcing some sensation of selective hearing, surreal really.
This all occurring, of course. In the middle of a desolate travel road. With open plains on either side for as far as the eye can see. Random animals skittering about, the sun dwindling over the horizon slowly. His attention, did of course note the sun- it stirred some sense of urgency to the young man. Interjecting- Foolishly."So uh, who are you?... Ooo.."
There is an importance of the last 'Ooo' you see, his voice trailed. With the swiftness and ferocity of a burmese tiger. That very same cane repeatedly hit his bicep. Not hard- More irritationally driven."I AM the LEGENDARY~ GOD~ WARRIOR OF AGES~ EXCAAAAAAAALIBUR!"
For the briefest moment, Copy could have swore he saw glitter flutter around the form of this disfigured child-thing.
Followed by an exasperated sigh. "Right. Uhh.. Excalibur- I need to get to town or a suitable camp before night becomes too daunting."
And with little notice of social queues. Copy twisted on his heel and began that same sloshing he was so fond of... Only to hear a driven skitter of the thing behind him. Keeping tail for some god-awful reason.
A mistake he made, was to look over his shoulder and slowly
down. "Can.. I help y-?""MARVELOUS! You see you're below me to provide assistance! Indeed! I demand you fulfill a rule of mine. A king must not be ill-equipped for camp! Thus! You must provide me accommodations in OUR trek! So I will follow, and you will give me that tent. You see!"
At some point in his speech, he had pulled out a rather large, extravagant tome. Trimmed with platinum and golds. He wasn't quite ready to ask how- Or where for that matter.
He genuinely thought about providing some help to the child-thing. But providing the whole tent, seemed. Fetchy, so he shrugged and continued walking. "Sure.. I- uh. Don't mind helping, we'll share the tent."
He figured there was shouting, screaming. Flailing- But he was a master of zoning out certain aspects of noise from an exceptionally long line of time spent traveling. And so they set off, destined for a camp.
To Copy's ill-fated ... Fate. He didn't realize the course he set in with this being.