A Golden Meeting.

He may have worn a golden helmet whose golden visor masked his golden face. But that didn't mean his expression wasn't clear as day!

In a moment like this, silence speaks volumes.

Luckily there's an easy cure for awkward silence!
"So... You were going to pee? In that thing?" I point at his heavy, all-encompassing armour "And that is going to work... How exactly?"
"...You shall remain ignorant of this fact, I'm afraid" His echoey voice commanded, "And grateful. For I am Silvester Spartano d'Artagan, the Golden Knight. Those less merciful than I would answer such impertinence by smiting you down where you stand. Consider yourself fortunate to receive clemency from such a brilliant soul."
"...Fair. Fair." I lied, chuckling as I scratched the back of my head, "Let's save all the smiting for the arena, eh? So... Probably shouldn't expect to be so lucky, but... You wouldn't happen to have a pair of spare panties on you, would you?"

Hey, it doesn't hurt to ask, right? I mean, this guy seems to think it does. But that's not the point!
Sure, you might say he obviously doesn't look like a panty-thief, but come on! Do you really think all panty-thieves look like panty-thieves? Even if they do, all I saw was a golden suit of armour! A panty-thief in full-plate is still a panty-thief, right?
The golden boy himself sure didn't find the question amusing. In fact, from the little I could see from beyond the visor when he glared at me, he couldn't settle on whether to be more bewildered or revolted.
"...No?" I concluded when his answer was refused, "Hah! Too bad. How about a handkerchief then? Surely a fancy gentleman like you wouldn't leave his home without his trusted hanky?"
"I do..." He admitted hesitantly, grabbing at the fabric under his mail skirt, "But..."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" I reached my arm out towards him, "Give it to me, will you?"
He glared at me through the visor, saying nothing.
"Oh, come on! It'll only be a second! And I'll give it right back! Look, the big fancy knight guy isn't gonna deny a lady in need, is he? Not when wearing his glossiest armour."
A resounding sigh echoed inside his golden helmet. He probably only needed to qualify whether I really counted as a 'lady' but surely I hit the nail on the head there. He untied the gold-coloured handkerchief from around his waist and offered it to me with an open palm. I snatched it from his hand in short order.

"There!" I grinned in satisfaction as I gestured towards my hips. From this simple handkerchief I had fashioned my own loincloth wrapped around my pelvis! Not only did it sufficiently hide my shame, but it was quite the fashionable garment as well, worthy of any ball!
"Look! Isn't this just the peachiest thing you've ever seen?"
An exasperated sigh escaped the golden knight, "Certainly. Although perhaps my words count for little, as I was very attached to that."
"Hah... Yeah, I appreciate it either way! So... Where exactly are they hiding the lost-and-found?"
The Golden Knight pointed towards the door out of the bathroom, "I believe you are looking for the front-desk."
"Ah, much thank you! Cause sure, this apparell suits me like a tee! But I left my cellphone in my pants! Without it I'm prettty much stranded in this strange land! Not to mention the keys to my room! Don't worry. I'll get back your hanky once my fateful jeans have returned to their rightful owner!"
"...Just keep it." He sighed, "I insist."

"Oh, if you're cool with that!" I threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around his cold, metal helmet in a hug, "Thank you so much! You really are my knight in golden armour!"
Before my snuggle could contact with his gold plates, he shoved me away with a push to the shoulder, "Begone! To assist a lady in need is one thing.... But I shall not have a heathen lay a hand on my most precious holy plate!"
I sneered back at him, as bewildered as I was startled, "Oh, come on! That's not fair, you know? I also believe in God and all that!"
"Then you deflect accusations of heathendom by admitting to heresy? What a foolish excuse that is! At least the heathens have the excuse of living in lands beyond the reach of Scripture. What then does it say about those who know of Scripture and study it thoroughly, yet even so rejects its sacred message?"
"...To be fair," I raised my index finger, "I sorta never read scriptures either! I just sorta know there's a God cause... Well, cause I'm a scientist! Whenever I probe the fundamental constitutents of reality... Whenever I interrogate the forces that compel matter to interact with matter... Or whenever I study the sublime harmony of the cosmos to divine its secrets... Whenever I do science, I can hear the voices of a creative and intelligent power! And I can see their fingerprint! That's how I know there is a God!"
The Golden Knight scoffed at me, "You seek to impress me with such lofty pursuits? There are things that cannot be understood with reason alone. Only faith can achieve knowledge of higher comprehension. Knowledge such as the path and will of the divine. Reason comes from humans, and can err. But faith comes from the Goddess... And so is flawless."
"You know..." I started, "I actually agree with you! Kinda. Sorta. Not really, but still! See, people need a good reason to believe something, right? You can't just say that something is the way it is becase that is how it is! But whatever that good reason is, you need some way to determine that it's in fact a good reason! In other words, you need a good reason to think you have a good reason to think the way you do! And so you also need a good reason to think you have a good reason to think you have a good reason think the way you do! And so on! And so forth! But where does all that end? It can't rest on nothing can it? But at some point on the way you really have **** but to pick one of these steps and simply admit 'it is the way it is cause that's how it is. ' If you look at it from that perspective, then yes! It does make sense to have 'faith.' Now, the problem is figuring out what to have faith in. Which by the definition I gave you really can't do! Still... What I've got faith in is that the journey matters as much as the destination, and we live in such a crazy world that we always have to be ready to change our minds!"

"...Do not dare compare the blackened heart of your sophistry with that which I call 'faith'." The Golden Knight turned away, his turquoise cape flaring as he turned on his heel, "My mind and soul is relentlessly dedicated to the guiding light of morality and truth that is the Goddess of the Church. My Goddess. The Goddess who has entrusted me with this most sacred task. This belief... This faith is what will carry me through the most dire and trying times, and will empower me when I seek to eradicate injustice and dark creatures. All the meannwhile, you shall stand there in your confusion and ignorance without knowing even one thing worth believing."
His shimmering gold boots carried him towards the exit.

"Wait!" I cried, and he stopped without turning around, "You don't approve of any of that slavery stuff either, do you? You or your church?"
"Indeed. We do not."
"Thought not. So how about we form an alliance of contestants that want to resist and prevent slavery in this Tournament? To ensure that those who lost their freedom get a second chance? We can provide each other with equipment, share information and..."
"Let me stop you there." The golden knight grunted, "The answer is going to be no."
"...Ah. I suppose I made rather a poor first impression, but..."
"The answer was always going to be no. Let me make one thing abundantly clear; my church has no tolerance for Balance Breakers. Your presence here is an anomaly. A blithe. Something which does not belong. You stand for everything I do not stand for. If I can crush all that you represent... Then what is a life of servitude against that?"
"...Hey, now! That's not really fair, is it? I don't even know what a Balance Breaker...!"
"I know you do not understand. You do not understand anything. Nothing, but your vile creations. Make it to the Finals. No matter what. Because when you and I meet, I am going to break you. And everyone will know your desolate ideals for what they are."

With that he left the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

I clenched my fist, staring at the door behind which he disappeared. Looks like I was left to my own devices. I was fine with that. That's how I work best; independtly and autonomously. Sure, I didn't come any closer to figure out what I was supposed to do. In fact, I didn't get anything I wanted from that meeting.
Even so, I considered that encounter a moral victory for me.

Cause in the end, he left without getting any of his bathroom business done.