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Expecting a well-though out, possible situation he could say, Haar's eyes narrowed slightly, "I know you're kidding, but I don't know you well enough to say something that'll sound true to her. Or to anyone really," he added with a slight frown. "I want this to sound at least slightly believable, I don't want to have to do anything to prove a point," he expressed, tugging at his hair. It was getting...long, long for his standards at least. Long and shaggy, and if he continued he would have every single adjective needed to describe a dog.

"Who in hell would ever take out your liver for getting hit on the head anyway?" Haar questioned, staring at the teen with a confused expression.

"They aren't very good, I can tell you that," Haar grumbled, his past experience with one such cleric from the ice nation hadn't gone well and he had been sent back to the inn to stay and heal the 'slow' way.

Frowning slightly, the red-eyed male wracked his brain for a scenerio, something that would be considerabley believeable. "I guess I could just tell them the real way I met you, and keep them guessing with a 'and the rest was history~' line," Haar explained, clasping one hand over his heart, mustering up the most starry-eyed expression he could. It only resulted in his eyes brightening up a bit, a half smile touching his lips and nothing more, but at least it was a start.

"Unless you'd rather your mother stay ignorant on your failed teleportation attempt," the young man added with a near smirk, eyes narrowing slightly in jest.

Folding his hands in front of him, Haar tilted his head to one side, eyes crinkling as he smiled broadly, something he didn't do quite often, "Sounds like a good story to me. I know it wouldn't work on my friends but your mother doesn't know me very well, I'm assuming." No, his companions would realize the flaw in the story from the very beginning.

Haar didn't like parties to begin with, so the chance of him actually participating in them by dancing would sound utterly ridiculous to them. Contrary to popular belief, he was an okay dancer, nothing outrageously good but he was a slight bit better than average-- only because one he had moved up in certain rank, taking on the role of a diplomat, he had been pushed to take fine dining and ballroom dancing lessons. "But as long as your mother believes it, it's fine with me," he murmured, glancing over towards one of the large, wood doors as it was creaked open, a servant or two peeking in before scampering off moments later.

Haar eyed the teen anciously, "She...you'd think you would have more credibility than some foreigner," he said with a faint frown. Eventually shrugging, the young commander sighed, "Oh well, it's fine, as long as she believes me I can deal with it."

He didn't know why he was so nervous about saying anything if he was questioned. He supposed he wasn't the best liar when it came to personal issues, he just ended to spill if he was pushed to a certain limit...and that fear of sputtering out what was reality concerned him. But that wouldn't happen...this was supposed to be some formal get-together, not an interrogation.

He should have fun with this. It wasn't everyday he had the chance to have some sort of relationship with anyone, even if it was a fake one. With an almost sly grin, the brown haired male continued in a much less apprehensive voice, "This should be amusing."

k. Tang of the Kingdom of Light embarked on a journey that many of the people of his land had made. At the age of 18 it was customary to begin a spiritual journey to travel across the land spreading the light and heloing those in need. Upon turning 18, those involved in royal affairs were given the title of Cleric and their training in the ways of the Light were complete. Those who had proven themselves worthy began this journey and returned when they were given the sign. The sign appeared differently for every person, but it was a sure marker of their achievements and told them they could return to their kingdom. Some spent as few as 3 days outside the kingdom before returning, while others when for the rest of their lives. He followed the path of The Pilgrimage, a journey to several shrines set up around the world meant as markers to leave offerings. Along the way he helped whoever he could. K had helped a farmer tend to his land when his animal was sick, freed a haunted cave of its darkness, and donated much of his time to other causes. He is now in the Kingdom of Fire, and was traveling about aimlessly, lost.

K was completely exhausted. He had just climbed over an enormous mountain ridge and was halfway down the toher side. In the distance he could see what seemed to be a fortress of the Kingdom of Fire. He decided that he would head there and check it out. His journey was as much exploratory as it was educational, and he was eager to learn about the Fire Kingdom's military. He made his was down and headed towards the fortress. Some time later, he has reached the village outside the fortress and was merily browsing a market.

K had found out that he was in the Fire Kingdom capitol city, and realized he could do some good here. He decided to find an inn to sleep at for the night and begin again in the morning. K walked around for ten minutes before finding an inn that seemed friendly enough. He walked inside and headed towards the innkeeper, noticing some stares in his direction. "They must not like those from the Kingdom of Light" he thought to himself.