Stan looked up at Sakura as she appeared, a little confused by the turbulent King's actions but resolving not to question him for the moment.  When she finished speaking, he nodded with a small smile.  "That's correct," he said.  Then he pointed to the others.  "That is Mathew, our strong-man; those are Syl and Kera, our Magic Blades..."  He motioned to himself.  "And you can call me Stan, I'm our acrobat.  It looks like you've been drafted into our group, number 45.  Might I know your name?"