King Redswift wasn't interested in eating, especially not the poorly cooked human slop that was presented to him, he noted the arrival of the elf woman who enetered the guild hall. She was fairly attractive but was obviously of common stock, not fit for a king to desire at all. 
He was then approached by the human sorcerer, the one who spoke elven with a suprisingly refined accent. The magic user asked Redswift what he was doing here. 

[i]You can call me Redswift in this context human, I'm not your royalty here.[/i]

Redswift turned towards him with a measure of respect, that he would not usually show most humans.

[i]I have come here driven by shame, I was exiled from my former kingdom because the highly corrupt council would not accept my half human brother. I have decided to search for him and hopefully build an army and wealth so I can take my kingdom back, from the councilman who stole it from me, it is my birthright.[/i]

Redswift then sat down on one of the near by stools and removed his helmet.