The Wyld King listened, patiently, standing as stock still as a stone. Finally, when Caiaphas finished, he nodded. "I have not heard this insult directed at me from his lips." He paused, and considered, then said, gravely, "Indeed, let us go meet this instigator."<br/><br/>He reached out and grabbed Caiaphas, as a whirlwind of leaves surrounded them. A moment later, the leaves vanished, leaving the two of them standing in the middle of an army, in front of a very portly goblin riding on the back of a horse. For some reason, Caiaphas will feel like, despite the odds, he's not the one outnumbered, here.<br/><br/>"Ahh, m-m'lord, what brings you all the way out here?" the goblin asked, clearly caught off-guard by the situation. The Wyld King looked at him for a moment, then turned to Caiaphas. "Explain."