Unlike Kent, Kimen was up bright and early with the morning sun and feeling hungry and ready to get the new day started. Still in her turtle pjs she slipped quietly past the room where the former night was still sleeping soundly, and tip-toed her way into the kitchen eagerly looking for something to fill her belly. Unfortunately it seemed as though she had not taken stock of what they had and didn't have; Out of eggs. Low on milk. Bread was growing a bit stale... There was not much there to work with.

The child frowned to himself as he closed the cabinet doors, deciding that something had to be done about this. He then slipped quietly back into his room where he quickly got dressed for the day and picked up a small coin purse of silver off of the dresser. Within a few moments later, he was out the door and making his way to get some much needed grocries.

Edmund had finally made his way to Shrike. 'Must you have taken this long?' the nagging voice of the demon lord scratched at his head. Edmund's hands were elegantly by his side, and seemed unphased. "Patience, Dolor." The mage was in his traditional black and red clothing, as the layers were already significant enough to provide some warmth in the seasonal weather. He walked through the streets, trying to find something that would point towards the Knight's location.

Kimen had spent a good amount of time selecting food. smelling and examining the produce and eggs to hopefully assure that what she bought would be fresh. Once she had all she needed, she paid for it all and began to carry it back to the smithy. The brown bag cringkled lightly as she grasped it in her arms, eyes barely visible over the top making it impossible to see the child's small smile.

It did not take long for Edmund to notice the mini-mage, Kimen, walking through the streets with a bag in their hand. Edmund made a quick pace up to the child, hopefully not startling them as he approached. "Good morning, Kimen," he began when he was within earshot. "I'm looking for Kent." He paused, "...would you require help with your bag? It seems a bit large for you."

Kimen paused in his step at the man's greeting and turned, waving enthusiastically in greeting to the man, almost dropping the bag. "Oh! Mr. Edmund! You are finally going to pay Mr. Kent a visit then?" He asked, running up to him and looking up with a wide smile. He really wasn't expecting them to have company today but luckily the child had bought a little extra food. "I was just heading back home! Would you be staying for breakfast?"

Edmund laughs a bit at Kimen's excitement. "I suppose a shall, if I wouldn't impose. I have just been meaning to speak with Sir Kent, and believed now would be as good a time as any." He raised an eyebrow. "Do you know where he lives? I'm afraid I never got much information beyond this town."

"Oh! Yeah, he runs a blacksmith shop here!" Kimen exclaimed, tilting her head in the direction of Stevie's. Kent was probably still asleep. He probably wouldn't be very well prepared to entertain an unexpected guest. Still, it has seemed as though the two of them wanted to meet. And having someone else from your own world here, especially someone you knew, had to be a really rare and special thing to happen. It would be a shame to prolong their meeting any further. "Follow me! I'll show you where it is!" With that said, the child spun around hurriedly started made her way down the street, turning around and walking backwards occasionally to see if Edmund was following.

Edmund followed the eager child as he lead the way. Edmund himself was more intreged by the town of Shrike itself. He had not come from a place of much technology, and the fact that a man such as Sir Kent would set up shop in a town like this was almost beautifully ironic. Edmund couldn't help himself but chuckle. Eventually, the mage and Kimen found themselves outside a possibly outdated looking building for the town, which had a large spiked mace hanging on display just below the sign. 'Steve's' was all that it said. Edmund was understandably confused at the title. "...This is Sir Kent's shop?"

"Uh-huh!" Kimen answered with a smile and a nod. "I think he named the place after someone who was in the PDF that passed away." Sissell had mentioned Steve's name before. The child had never heard of the name mentioned prior to that and he had always been curious as to who Steve was. After all he was important enough that Kent had named his smithy after him. But Kimen didn't want to stir up any sad memories the former knight might have about the individual. "Let me go inside really quick and wake Mr. Kent up."

The child slipped inside, placing the bag of food carefully on the kitchen counter before making her way to Kent's door. She knocked a couple times. "Mr. Kent wake up! We have company over! Mr. Edmund has come to see you!"

Kent's eyes jumped open at the sound of Kimen's knocking. At the sound of Edmund's name he fell straight out of his cot, having never bothered actually building himself a bed in his own residence. He generally slept fairly well covered, and it didn't take long for the groggy, unshaven knight to open the door to Kimen's beaming face. Kent was wearing an argile sweater, a pair of leather slippers, and simple trousers that he probably slept in. He would have looked like a completely normal man if it wasn't for the fact that his sword was also hanging by his side on his belt. Which he ALSO probably slept in. "What about someone wanting to see me at..." Kent looked outside, "...something o'clock in the morning?"

"Just about eight o'clock now!" Kimen answered, "I ran into him on my way back from getting some groceries. He is just outside! I'll go get him and then I will make some breakfast for both of you while you two catch up!!" He could hardly contain his excitement as the child hopped up and down a few times as he spoke. "Be right back!" With that, he ran to fetch Edmund.

Kent nodded in confusion to Kimen and made his way towards a seat at the table, where he tried to rub sleep out of his eyes. Edmund waited outside for Kimen, hearing the child's excitement and the sound of a vaguely familiar voice talking to them. When Kimen reappeard at the door, Edmund smiled. "Is it alright if I come in or shall I come back later? I don't wish to disturb Kent's rest. Metalwork is a tiring job, so I've been told."

"It looks like he is up moving about now." Kimen told Edmund, peering back inside as Kent took a place at the table. "He just woke up so he is a little groggy though. Please come inside and take a seat! I am sure you both have a lot to catch up on! I'll even make some tea for you two!" Kimen said, dissapearing back inside. Really it looked as though Kent would need something a bit stronger than tea from the looks of it.

Edmund entered and saw the familiar face of Kent half asleep on the table. Kent quickly woke up at the sight of his friend and walked over to give him an unexpected hug. "Edmund! Kimen told me he ran into you earlier! It's been a long time." Kent held his friend by his shoulders. While Kent seemed to have taken on some aspects of the world with the way he talked and dressed, Edmund had kept up a more noble air about him. It was rather strange to see.

"Likewise, Sir Kent." Edmund said, simply.
"I don't use that title anymore, Edmund, if it's not too big of an issue."

"Not at all." Edmund sat down as Kent lead him to the table. The two definately knew each other, but also were obviously very different people. Kent glanced at Edmund's sword and frowned a bit at its disrepair, but didn't say anything. Edmund was the first to try to break the ice. "So, how long have you been here?" Edmund asked casually.

Kimen filled the tea kettle with water, smiling brightly at the two of them as they greeted each other. They were both so lucky! Kimen was pretty sure she would never have a chance to see anyone from her old world again. No Dorren, no Rylan, no Callian or Dannick. None of her schoolmates or teachers... The idea had always made her feel a little sad if not a little lonely. But at the same time she was still happy for Kent and Edmund's good fortune in being able to reunite with one another.

The child placed the filled kettle on the stove and busied himrself with unpacking grocries and collecting the appropriate dishware for breakfast, all the while casually listening in. Perhaps it was a bit rude of him to do so but at the same time... The child wanted to learn more about the two of them.

"A little over a year now," Kent said. "A lot happens in such a short time here. Apparently, the world almost got destroyed twice over the course of a few months."
Edmund chuckled. "And I'm assuming, as the rebelious crusader that you are, you saved the world both times?"
"Only helped with the ghost invasion. The sky fortress was out of my reach. Too much magic to even get to there. No wonder it was such trouble for the people trying to stop it."

Edmund seemed to be caught off guard by Kent's bashing of magic. He had grown used to its acceptance here, and while Kent was still dismissive of it, he knew that the knight was one of the people most passionately opposed to it in the Legio Aurea. "Magic seems to be a much more accepted part of this world. How have you been handling that?"

Kent shook his head. "Mages aren't all bad, but I still think they're somewhat misguided." He glaced back at Kimen, hoping to not offend one of his closest friends in the cleft. "Kimen over there practices a bit of it when I'm not around. There's been all sorts of books on fire around recently."

Kimen would have been more than happy to tell him if Kent got curious enough to ask. But since magic made the knight uncomfortable the child thought it was better not to outright say it. Though she thought it should have been obvious to Kent that she was trying to find a way to cure his hellfire. That is what she promised to do after all!

The child cracked a couple of eggs, letting the yolk fall into a small bowel, still smiling. It was nice to hear Kent say that mages were not all bad. It was evidence that he was becoming more accepting of magic... if just a little.

"How was the Legion when I last left?" Kent asked, almost timidly. He hadn't heard any knews of them since he was banished from the church, and that had been a few years since he had fallen into the Cleft. Edmund, however, most likely had come straight from the Legion before coming.

Edmund slumped a bit at Kent's question. He had been hoping to not have to bring that up so soon. "Gloucester got banished because he tried to defend my brother's actions... I believe Edgar got killed regardless. I do not know who currently runs the legion."

Kent sighed. "Do you know anything else?"

The noble nodded. "I will be honest with you, Kent. I came here on purpose. I believe that Edgar could still be alive." He sighed. "I'm a spellcaster. I needed the advantage." A pause. "Counterspelling esspecially," he added.

Kent was silent for a moment. After a few moments, he cracked an almost forced smile. "I understand," he lied. "I'm sure Kimen and you will get along great then. Having a more experienced person around. I have no interest in the subject."

Kimen lifted up her head and turned it towards Kent, her expression one of surprise and interest. She was aware that Edmund knew magic. Was Kent implying what she thought he was implying? She could certainly use someone knowlegable of the topic around to help her with her studies. Especially with fire magic since it seemed to be coming to her with a bit of difficulty.

Edmund was caught a bit off guard by Kimen's excitement. Kent, however, was expecting it and chuckled a bit at his friend freezing up awkwardly. "Just try not to get yourself hurt, alright Kimen?" he raises an eyebrow to Edmund, "You won't do too much that's dangerous, right?"

"All magic has danger to it, Kent," Edmund said nonchalantly. "It'd be untrue for me to say otherwise. But Kimen seems to have a bit of training himself. Nothing should be too dangerous. Besides, like I said, I have a focus on counterspelling. I should be able to keep things under control."

"Good." Kent returned Kimen's hug. "How's breakfast coming? I wouldn't want to keep our guest waiting. Esspecially if he's going to be around so often."

"Just a few more minutes!" Kimen hopped back to the kitchen counter where he had left the food and got back to work. Soon the kitchen was warm from the fire and the sweet scent of french toast. Upon the table the child placed some ceramic mugs filled with some hot coffee, as well as a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice for the two men.

She was excited. Studying magic on her own was fine, but with guidence on it, it would probably be easier for her to progress on things faster. She could ask questions for example if she did not understand something. And there would be someone to look over her work to assure she hadn't messed something up. It was always frustrating to attempt a complex spell only to have it fail. Backtracking to see what went wrong in days of work could be difficult to do.

It wasn't long before the child placed plates of food on the table and sat down himself.