[The stance of the masked figure shifts, turning to the direction of the gentleman who enters into the open space of the entryway. There's very little expression aside from the smug and tightly held appearance of lips un-moving as hidden eyes study and scrutinize the pony-tailed figure before them.]
Not by choice, I assure you.
[In an act of good faith, the buckles which held the mantle about their shoulders is undone, revealing the simple uniform of a soldier belonging to royalty. Casting the length of azure and navy blue material to the nearest chair, the stranger takes a few steps towards the other hero, extending a single hand out in greeting while the other holds steady to the pommel of the large looking blade at their side.]
I'm called Marth. Whom might I be speaking to?
[Again their head barely shifts, eyes doing most of the work as they look over the dress and wares of the man.]
Re: ((Let's try 3?))
Not by choice, I assure you.
[In an act of good faith, the buckles which held the mantle about their shoulders is undone, revealing the simple uniform of a soldier belonging to royalty. Casting the length of azure and navy blue material to the nearest chair, the stranger takes a few steps towards the other hero, extending a single hand out in greeting while the other holds steady to the pommel of the large looking blade at their side.]
I'm called Marth. Whom might I be speaking to?
[Again their head barely shifts, eyes doing most of the work as they look over the dress and wares of the man.]