<br/>The King had no need to change his appearance. Garbed as he was he was an impressive sight, sitting high and proud atop his steed at the top of the castle. His eyes, however, were constantly moving about, looking to the sidealleys and shadows and windows for signs of danger.<br/><br/>"Yes, I should think that our presence is well known here in the City. You'd have expected them to send out a welcoming party in our honor but it seems our Theiri friends are lacking in the 'friendly' department." He pauses, looking around at the civilians. "Well, they're probably shitting in their pants since we've entered the city. I hope their smell does not offend you as much as it does me."