Stepping out into the night the wind gusted around.  Gallahad was wearing armor.  Heavy and conspicuous though he wasn't sure what the people of this time wore his first clue was a Calvin Klein billboard.  Staring at it Gallahad's hand rested on his sword.  Strange. That man appears to be comfortable in his undergarments for the world to see.  Not a modest fellow by any means.  Walking down the street with metal clangs ringing out for every footfall he stopped as a car almost hit him.

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be Lancelot?"  Gallahad smirked.  "No, my good man.  Lancelot is a charleton and a coward.  He couldn't best me on the finest of days.  You must be his descendant.  Your family lineage is comprised of cowards and fools." Walking away Gallahad's footfalls continued to clang down the road.  He saw a sign that said hotel.  Nearly getting hit by another car he paused before finishing crossing the road.  The carriages in this land moved very fast!  The motel had a flashing neon sign that said vacancy.  Gallahad might not have been  from this time period but he recognized an in when he saw one.  Mutliple carriages lined up outside the doors.  Yes, this was an inn he might find lodgings and figure out his next steps.  

He slung his shield over his shoulder and walked up to the door.  Pulling it open the jingling bell above the door startled him.  Gallahad pulled his sword and prepared to strike.  The man behind the counter was less than impressed.  He stared at Gallahad with mild interest and subtle curiosity.  "We're not in Kanas anymore." He said sarcastically.  Gallahad turned his head sharply to the innkeeper.  "Kans-sas.  We are in Kans-sas?" The man leaned on the counter and chuckled a bit.  These foreign tourists were getting weirder and weirder by the day.  "Yeah, we are in Kaaaans sas.  Do you want a room or not buddy? The commercials are almost over and I ain't missing the lightening round for your dumbassery." Gallahad tucked his sword in it's sheeth.

"Yes, I require lodgings for the night.  Do you take gold or silver?"  The man started to complain about him knocking off the shit when Gallahad slapped down several solid gold coins on the counter.  His metal gloved hand thudding loudly with the clinking of coin.  "Uh.... Yeah we take gold.  It's pretty pricey though.  It'll cost you lots of gold King Arthur."  He smirked at the strange idiot in the suit of armor.  "My name is Sir Gallahad." Gallahad said dryly loosing some interest in this meanial exchange.  "Yeah, of course."  The innkeeper said rolling his eyes and taking way more gold than he needed to rent him a room for the night.  "Number 3 don't break anything.  And non of your larping shit in the room okay? I got expenses and they don't need to include sword damage."  Gallahad took the key and stared at it unsure what to do with it.  "I shall treat your  dirty hovel as if it were my own kingdom."

Gallahad was about to turn and leave when a commercial interview with Tony Stark came on the TV.  Gallahad stopped and grinded his teeth.  King Barrett?!?!? Here?!?! Ho....How?!?!?  That treacherous snake was not going to live long if Gallahad got his hands on him.  "Fithy excuse of a king." Gallahad snarled.  The innkeeper turned to see what he was talking about.  "Oh yea, I guess some people thing that asshole is royalty, what you don't approve Mr. Shiny pants?"  He laughed again.  Gallahad stared at him and sighed.  "I would slay him where he stood."  Without waiting for a response Gallahad turned and left.  Finding the room with his number on it by pure luck.  He stood at the door trying to figure out how to open it.

The knob didn't work.  He couldn't figure out the use of his key and was ready to take his shield and bash the door down.  Kicking and slamming on the door he got the attention of one of his neighbors.  The door cracked slightly and he saw a face peek out.  It was dark in the parking lot and he couldn't see features of their face.  "Excuse me?  How does this infernal device work?  The innkeeper took my gold but didn't explain how to enter my hovel."  Gallahad's voice was tired and frustrated.  He wanted to get started on his mission, more than that he wanted to find out about how and why King Barrett was in this land.  More than anything though he just wanted inside his room.