"Timely as ever for a proper introduction, I suppose," he said, then, rather daringly, strode toward the gathered Threshling Royal Family. His pace was as casual as could be, for in this makeshift court there was hardly any remaining decor.
Save, perhaps, the Royal Guard.
As he moved forward, the Man in White spotted a certain White Mage in the area, and as he turned his head towards her
his lips split into a wide grin that was as smug as it was hauntingly unpleasant.
Suddenly, he then found himself face to face with Sir Nei K’lot, Lord of the Golden Knights and High Commander of the Queensguard in a standoff. The staff balanced on his shoulders, as sure as gauntlets rest on his magic blade.
In a blink, he was suddenly behind the knight, and the drapery had been torn from the pauldrons of his golden armour.
"As for me? Well, frankly, you might have an idea of that already," he continued to Queen Nevin, raising before him the pilfered garment that had borne her crest.
"Now, if you would be so kind as to return my cape?"