The elder Knight would come to rest on a rocky outcropping some distance away from the party. His demeanor was slightly less tense the further away from the party he walked. He wouldn't say that the fact that there were less people is what made him more relaxed, but rather the people that now surrounded him were the extravagant and rather finicky curs that seemed to populate the Ball itself. It always amazed him how... absurd the upper class of individuals seemed to be. They never took their positions in society seriously except for when they felt slighted in some way, shape or form. It was always their need to feel better than others that demanded the utmost respect, but not their power to make the lives of others better. It's what made his work as a servant of Sol that much better in his opinion. Sure of course, he was no saint. He had burned and massacred and committed atrocities in the name of Sol that no man, woman, nor child on this planet could be cleansed of. But the overall goal, the true ideal was what he strove for, what he yearned for. It was this that made him push past literally all of it to see just what he could become if he stayed true to the path. But sometimes he faltered, sometimes he ventured just a little too far off the path that maybe, maybe he had lost his way. And that was what truly scared Seika the most. What if being in these horrendous lands had not only changed him, but made him the same as those whom he just looked down upon for looking down on others.

It were these thoughts that carried him to the meeting place, the rocky outcropping itself was bathed in the light of the moon. It was funny really. People always seemed to think that believers of Sol hated the moon, but it was rather the opposite. How could they hate the Sun's proxy in the sky, a constant companion providing the light of Sol to those who had yet to feel the Sun's grace themselves. A guiding light in the terror that was the darkness. Luna would never be an enemy in Sol's realm because Luna and Sol were two sides of the same coin. One provides the light, the other reflects it in their own image upon the world.

And so as he sat underneath the pale cascade of moonlight, he would turn to this young man who had followed him here and sighed. He realized that he would have to have an open mind here if he wished to get the answers he sought out. But that meant that he would have to hear some things that wouldn't add up until he received the full picture. Now wasn't the time to be overly stalwart in his beliefs, now was the time to be open minded and silent.

"Speak. And I will listen." It was a simple command. And with that, he fell silent.

"Hm."

There wasn't much Seika could say to the words that spilled from Khalfani's mouth. Most of it was fairly fantastical in nature and could only hoped to be taken with a literal grain of salt. Of course, Seika was a bit more practical with this, and while his initial response and the primary reason for them coming out here in the first place was due to his temper and disbelief in what Khalfani was saying, the fact of the matter is, without proof Seika couldn't necessarily take such things at face value.

"Do you have anything to back up your claims? Any person to vouch for what you say? You have to understand my obvious skepticism here. You are a stranger who I've never met, and yet you come forward telling me that I'm the long lost grandson of the Pharaoh of Desierto, and I'm supposed to just... accept it? Also even if it were true, then this would be a great and grave political disaster that would needed to be handled a bit more carefully than a name reveal at an after-war party held in a third party nation."

He didn't know why he had turned to admonishing Khalfani. The boy had truthfully done nothing wrong. He had only done what he felt was right in informing Seika of his potential lineage, and yet, Seika couldn't help but feel obstinate. The situation couldn't actually be real, and if it was, why now. Why were they just now getting to him about his parentage. He had grown up and lived a full life without ever once being mentioned or looked for, and yet now here was this young person coming to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

Frowning at it all, Seika steeled his expression before turning back to Khalfani, "Earlier at the party, you had mentioned speaking to Sol, or at least an Avatar pretending to be Sol. Truthfully that is the reason why I came out here to speak with you, but in a way... It would also verify your claims as I could ask the Deity for this information directly. Is this still possible, or am I to merely take the word of a stranger at face value?"

He hoped Khalfani would be willing to provide the means to converse with Sol. While he was certain the boy had meant what he said, it was much harder to wrap your head around truths, especially when they come from strangers.

Seika would sit pensively as he listened to Khalfani's scathing remarks and rather twisted ramblings. Of course there would likely be people after them, if they were royalty, they were a direct threat to any schemer's attempt to consolidate power within themselves. However there still seemed to be far too many holes in this story and things just weren't adding up. He himself had been raised by people who he would guess would claim to be his parents. But they easily could be retainers if they were tasked with protecting a young prince from those who were after his very essence. But what of the other experiences, the other people in his life. There were too many questions, too many coincidences to merely write them off as lies and falsehoods. Someone was telling a story, and there was just the smallest nagging feeling in the back of his head that it wasn't Khalfani spinning the yarn this time.

With these thoughts, a great frown would cross his features, still listening through all of the insults and back handed comments about local aspects of the heavens and astral projecting to meet them. If they were in fact localized manifestations of Sol and other aspects of the greater infinite, then it would be possible that these mediums would more than likely be easier to converse with than an actual aspect of Light. The whole needing a secondary to maintain a spiritual anchor part was probably due to the lack of actual knowledge and experience, but Seika himself wasn't much of a spiritual person. He worked in the physical manifestation of miracles. He left the more spiritual aspects to his fellow brethren.

Nodding to himself about all of this, he would finally sigh. It had been a minute or two since Khalfani had stopped talking, and in that time Seika had contemplated some things, but mainly he was giving the boy time to cool down. Clearly Seika had started off on the wrong foot, but it seemed that neither of them were particularly rational or amicable people to be around when agitated.

Huh, maybe there was a bit of merit to this familial relation after all.

Chuckling to himself at the small joke, the young giant shook with mirth before directing his golden irises back to the young lad who claimed to be his King. Finally taking all of the young maniac Knight in, he could seem some small resemblance. Primarily their similar honey golden eye colors. Rather pronounced and chiseled jaws. While his body was far larger and more built, that was also due to his upbringing and choice in training, but he could see where Khalfani could grown into something similar if the boy so chose to train his strength and core. Seika had long since stopped letting his hair grow out, preferring shorter fades as to maintain a sense of professionalism. But he knew from his youth that his hair grew long and smooth if he let it.

There were just too many similarities. Too many coincidences. True they could likely just come from a common ancestor, but the amount of genetic traits lead to a more apparent observation.

"Khnurn...", he tested the name aloud. The foreign pronunciation and feel left him feeling a bit lost, but the meaning came across his mind as if he had spoken the language all of his life. "A Mythical Sun reborn huh...? I wonder..." His thoughts trailed back again to circumstances and coincidences. Could all of this have been planned? Could there be something more to this than expected?

Looking back up to Khalfani he frowned again, his golden irises hidden behind the furrows of his brows, "You said you just learned of this information yourself from a... retainer? Where are they now?" If Khalfani could not impart the knowledge necessary to move forward, Seika would have to find someone who could.

A frown took Seika's face as he listened to his brothers words carefully. The young man seemingly regaining his composure after dealing with Seika's fifty degrees of questions. He could understand the young man's quick approach to anger but now wasn't the time to get frustrated. Especially if the pensive yet worried look that quickly flashed across Khalfani's face after his statement was to be considered.

"So let's assume that someone was supposed to come to me at some point and deliver all of this information. How... would they know we're here? Like the whole purpose of supposedly sending us away was because of these enemies that we should have correct? So how did your retainer know where to find you? How would mine know where to find me? How do we not know that they are the spies sent after us? Not to second guess your retainer, but just as easily as she can prove her allegiance by granting you a fancy name and showing you the cosmos, she could just as easily just know the information behind granting us this knowledge, and use it as a means to confirm our identity before reporting back to her superiors that she located the uh... Princes? This could all just be an elaborate trap to get us both together just to make it easier to either take us out now or track us for later."

Seika's mind was running a million miles a minute now. He wasn't joking earlier when he mentioned potential political fallout. He was just granted military accolades after his service in the war, and now he was learning that he could effectively be royalty to an entirely third nation that was supposedly neutral. Throw on that potential plots on his life, and things became far more complex and convoluted the more one dwelt on the situation. It seemed there were far more convenient truths and coincidences than answers, and unfortunately his supposed little brother was catching the third degree by an appropriately paranoid Captain who just received some of the most trying information of his life so far.

"We need to find your retainer, and quickly. We need answers, and we need them now."

Things were happening and Seika wasn't a fan of just being told things at face value, if Khalfani didn't know the truth, then he would have to be lead to someone who did.

The frown that Seika held did not go away with Khalfani's explanation. Spirituality was not something new to Seika. He was an extremely pious man himself, being a whole priest and Avatar of Sol himself, he knew the whole song and dance of spirituality. It was also one of the reasons he left the temple. While he was a devout and absolute believer of Sol, he wasn't going to sit there and divine meaning from words and gestures that didn't have any meaning. He knew from experience that direct communication was far better than feigned interpretations.

So when Khalfani brought up that the reason he had trusted this Daisia person's word was because of the inherent feeling that he got from here and not any actual concrete proof, well...

"You have got to be joking..."

Exasperation returned once more, but no longer twinged with anger, more exhaustion from the roller coaster of emotions due to the sudden influx and then subsequent lack of information he had been given. It was as if someone had half written a plot to a drama series and then left gaping plot holes everywhere for someone to pick apart. This scenario was becoming more and more precarious the longer Seika thought about it, but for now he figured it was better to go with the flow than fight a river. Maybe he'd get something out of this yet.

"Baska. Two months. Sure. If I don't like what this Daisia says or she doesn't provide proof of her word I'm turning you both in for questioning however. Until then, not a word of this to anyone. If even remotely half of what you claim is true then we can't trust anyone in Fiore until after everything is confirmed. Who knows who is actually out to get us at this point."

He put his foot down on his final statement, not caring at this point of Khalfani's objections if he had any. The boy had proven to be rather unreliable when it came to actually having any real proof or information of their origins. This meeting only created more questions and paranoia than anything if Seika were completely honest. He only hoped that the meeting in Baska actually went better than this, or else he was going to turn the boy and his 'retainer' to glass. Fuck turning them in.