Nodding quietly, the young king cleaned up his face, sliding on his helmet and standing at ready. Waiting a while, till there was a knock on the doorway, and a familiar face. One of the knights that Gabriel had ran across in his past. One of the knights that served the old king, before things began to go downhill.<br/><br/>"Gabriel? I didn't expect to see you. The Commander has gathered the knights that were within reach to the courtyard, and they're waiting to talk with you then. The Duke's out riding towards the local prison, with some guarded wagons. Now, would you mind explaining what you are doing here? Did you finally come to your senses about that ruler?"<br/><br/>The man spoke seriously but in a calm tone, not seeming to take one stand or another too strongly, though there was no masked anger about the king in his voice either. He was openly clear in that, his tone sounding like the king was unredeemable enough.<br/><br/>"In anycase, the knights are waiting."