<strong>"If I am to take a false name, a simple, common one should do. Hmm. Michael. I'll go with Michael, as by the angelic warrior. I'll figure any father that names a son like that hopes they'll be a knight one day."</strong>He shrugged slightly, but smiled. The name wasn't as sinister as he might have picked another day, at least. Dressing up swiftly and seeing himself in the mirror one more time, he joined Gabriel on the way to the armory and the rest of the rooms, setting himself up in the chainmail and stumbling a bit with the shield, but seeming at least familiar with the use of longsword.<br/><br/>The soldiers took their orders obediently, and rather soon a man dressed like the king was standing ready. He had shaved his face, and from a distance he might have passed for the king, but anyone getting in close enough range to really look at his face would notice key differences, starting with the man being several years the king's senior to begin with. Nonetheless, the soldiers prepared to set on their way. Carriage alike was ready in a short moment, though 'Michael' muttered inaudibly as the mithril chain was handed off, a frown on his face but staying quiet for most part. He was a bit unhappy, but he was swallowing it in public at least this first time.<br/><br/>Satel arrived soon, fuming and annoyed, but glaring at Gabriel as she spoke.<strong>"I don't know how you got the king to listen to you but when your plan goes wrong and the king ends up on the stake ass first and up to his neck, you will probably join him there. Hope that your plan works, but I have my doubts about it. Protectors are loyal to the king because its good for us too. You on the other hand have some stupid notions of old times past, I heard from the former commander just what sort of background you come from. Honestly? I'll be damned if I take orders from you any longer than I have to. For now, everyone's ready, if a bit beat up and recovering, <em>knight.</em>"</strong>She refused to call him a superior officer of any sort, even the word 'knight' coming from her lips like something she scraped off the bottom of her shoe.