Michael Maxwell
"Someday, you will need to teach me how to use that."
"Of course, princess. But for now, you are safe with me. I shall teach you when the time comes." He smiled softly. He could not bear to see the princess covered in blood with her blade. He was afraid that when she learnt the ways of a sword, she might get her hands tainted with the death of thousands, just for the reason of 'self-protection', he wouldn't want to see her becoming like that. It's unbearable for him.
The princess seemed to have as if dragged Michael onto a trip of exploring the town, in which he didn't mind, as he might find some shops that might interest the princess; the princess's smile was all he need to do anything. Although their expenses were all there because of the bounties he always does in the night when the princess was deep asleep. He couldn't let the princess know how he was getting money, and he always manages to avoid the question by saying it's from a part-time job he sometime does when he's out.
They passed by a shop where a wanted poster was putted up. He told the princess to move on and went to get the poster. He stripped the poster down from the window and inspected it, to burn the image into his mind. A man with a brown beard and a face with many scars. One of the scars ran down across his right eye. "Must be one eyed, then." He mumbled. He stuffed the poster back into his pocket before catching up to the princess, whose attention wasn't directed towards the different types of stores, but rather the same eyes in which begged for an adventure that she always loved.
Once he caught up to her, he had realized that she wasn't out to explore the city, but rather an adventure enough to satisfied her one day of needs. He stopped and paced behind her, allowing her to have a full view to inspect the city. Even if he would have wanted to stop her and her curiosities, since they will be leaving tomorrow, he decided to let her do whatever she wants. Much like a souvenir to her from him for visiting this city of Kalisto.