Fionn's eyes darted to Rourke, and a small smirk played over his face. "Good evening, good Sir Rourke," he said, bowing slightly, which caused his armor to squeak. "I suppose the gang is all here; shall we depart? Unless, of course, this meeting was solely to collect her majesty's royal guard to assist in a daring escape, in which case I am more than happy to assist. It reminds me of my time with King Hrolf, of Denmark. When he was trapped at a feast or banquet that he did not wish to attend, he would call together his most trusted men and orchestrate a daring escape. I think I still have some of the old plans stored somewhere." Quirking an eyebrow, he happily took the princess' outstretched arm, and flashed a quick smirk to her.