[Doctor Gabriel]

Saber let out a heroic cackle.

“But you are mistaken, Mi Maestro!” he declared throwing his arms out to either side and tossing head back to let the midmorning sun illuminate his crazed, wizened face, “Any residence of the Greatest Knight of All Time and his Humble Lord could not be anything but a fortress! I dare say it would be more appropriate to call it a castle-No! A Palace, fit for Mi Honrado Rey!”

His point made, Saber gallantly began to match in the direction indicated by his Master. As he strode he turned his head back to Erik, an inquisitive gleam in his dementia riddled eyes.

“By the by,” the mad knight inquired, “Regarding the inn we are departing. What exactly separates it from all other Westerns, thereby making it the Best?”