He watched a few moments, before shaking his head, and deciding to do this the way he had wanted to when he first saw the line. He took a breath, and set himself, before walking up to the guard. "I am here to see the man in charge."<br/><br/>The soldier was wearing better equipment than the guards at the gate had been, and looked competent, but Nameless felt that in a straight fight, he could take him. The second man looked at Nameless, and then jerked his head to the back of the line. "His lordship is too busy to just let you cut in front of the others who have been waiting patiently. Lord Barentheon will see you when it is your turn."<br/><br/>Nameless didn't move, but did nod. "Oh, sorry, I meant the person who is ACTUALLY supposed to be in charge, the mayor. Not a usurping, tyrannical dictator who is hiding behind religion and lies to start his own kingdom."<br/><br/>The last was loud enough to be heard over the quiet murmur of conversation from those waiting, and he just kept his gaze on the first, more competent soldier's eyes, a small, almost condescending smile on his face that got nowhere near his eyes.