His eyes follow Aglovale as he enters his throne room, the master showing his dominion over his domain. All of Wales was his domain and it bore the hallmarks of his leader ship but this place had its own personal flair that signified it more as Aglovale's than merely that of the King of Wales. Siegfried is wary. It was almost as if Aglovale was keen to impress some form of him upon his presence, that he was here with him and he would not be forgetting it any time soon.
"Aglovale." replies Siegfried in a neutral tone, keenly aware of how the formalities of this encounter have seemingly gone out the window. He's not taken aback by this display of grandness because it was nothing more than a smokescreen to disguise what Aglovale wanted. "I come not as an esteemed knight but rather a simple journeyman to see the progress of Wales."
Which is partially true. This sojourn was in no way in any official capacity and there would be no way to link any of Siegfried's actions to any of that of the White Dragons or Feendrache. This was all on him. Siegfried doesn't relax in the slightest, his eyes glinting as he measured up against Aglovale's own. He can see the steeliness in them that made him a formidable foe. The best thing to do now would be to ascertain Aglovale's intents and avoid getting into unnecessarily conflicts.
That meant perhaps, a show of good faith.
Slowly, Siegfried bows his head and takes off his helmet. Now that his face was revealed, it was clear that Siegfried was ready to play Aglovale's game. As much as he would rather not, he's here now and he might as well engage him on the terms he has layed out.
"Was it necessary to use your private guards to summon me?" He lays the question out to the other man, a small imperceptible quirk of his eyebrow as he held his helmet in his hands.
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"Aglovale." replies Siegfried in a neutral tone, keenly aware of how the formalities of this encounter have seemingly gone out the window. He's not taken aback by this display of grandness because it was nothing more than a smokescreen to disguise what Aglovale wanted. "I come not as an esteemed knight but rather a simple journeyman to see the progress of Wales."
Which is partially true. This sojourn was in no way in any official capacity and there would be no way to link any of Siegfried's actions to any of that of the White Dragons or Feendrache. This was all on him. Siegfried doesn't relax in the slightest, his eyes glinting as he measured up against Aglovale's own. He can see the steeliness in them that made him a formidable foe. The best thing to do now would be to ascertain Aglovale's intents and avoid getting into unnecessarily conflicts.
That meant perhaps, a show of good faith.
Slowly, Siegfried bows his head and takes off his helmet. Now that his face was revealed, it was clear that Siegfried was ready to play Aglovale's game. As much as he would rather not, he's here now and he might as well engage him on the terms he has layed out.
"Was it necessary to use your private guards to summon me?" He lays the question out to the other man, a small imperceptible quirk of his eyebrow as he held his helmet in his hands.