Naturally there wasn't any way that he could have realized that she was fighting with her father. There was little intelligence that he had on the situation, but he had braved quite a bit to get here. No one had sent him either, in spite of her questions. He was operating all on his own. While it was rather cold here, he was doing his best to avoid shivering. After all, he figured that shivering wasn't going to look tough enough, and he had been trying to look like such a tough mage.<br/><br/>Well, as soon as she had caught glimpse of him it looked like she was distrustful of him. This was just perfect, and it was precisely what he hadn't have needed. Dispensing with the internal sarcasm, he looked her over and let loose a large exhalation. She started to bark out questions at him, but then she had appeared equally willing to flee. Though he wasn't quite sure which one she had wanted to try, he figured that he probably should have been prepared for either.<br/><br/>As a result, as long as she stuck around, Chandler would have given her responses to the questions she had posed. Certainly he had hoped that she would have stuck around. Otherwise if she flew off she was probably going to complain and he was going to have a ton of people on his tail.<br/><br/>Watching her as she hovered, he soon vocalized those answers.<br/><br/>"No one sent me or anything like that, and anyway I have a crystal ball. I heard rumors that your kingdom was under top security, caught a glimpse of the crystals on my crystal ball and started to experiment with figuring out a way to help you out. My name is Chandler, and I practice black magic. All of that is the truth."