Laius' face would've shown disapproval, had it the ability to express anymore of that particular emotion. So these wanderers were Shepards, Ylisse's elite fighting group.. .Or formerly. Word through the grapevine had reached him on his way back to the capital. Not only was Ylisse threatening Plegia with conflict, but they had done so after purging a significant portion of their military's finest for no reason at all. They thought Gangrel was a 'Mad King'? How could one justifying such actions? Either Darrian was stupid or too caught up in his own ego to realize the faults in his ideas. How shameful for nobility to be caught up in hubris. Perish the thought. Laius would never do such a thing. The presence of these straggling Shepards did explain the presence of Ylissean troops, however. Apparently Darrian was willing to commit acts worthy of war declaration to bring these men and women to an early grave. Frankly, it worked wonders for his opinion of the group. Any way he could spite the Ylissean ruler, he most certainly would. Fly riders into his kingdom, eh? He'd learn. 

[b]"Ylissean dogs cast out and hunted by their own pack. A pack they brought to my city, endangering my people in their desperate attempts to avoid their master's wrath. Truly shameful."[/b] He lashed verbally at the burned mage. [b]"However, as the gallant and fair Prince that I am, I could not turn away people in such desperate need for respite. Plegians are far from the barbarians you Ylissean scoundrels peg us for, after all."[/b]

Reaching into his robes, the prince removed a pouch of salve from the fine silk of his garments. He tossed it in the direction of the cavalier. [b]"Fool! Apply this to his wounds and ensure his safety, as well as the safety of the other wounded. I shall stave off these treacherous trespassers like the common scum they are!"[/b] With that, the proud royal turned around to face the remaining sky-born infantrymen, marching off to them with tome in hand and a glorious expression of awe inspiring masculinity and dread inducing strength upon his charming features. Lightning crackling around his fingers, he shouted fourth a chant of ancient magics and released a stream of lightning from his hand, one which clipped a pegasus' wings and gained the attention of its rider, whom flew towards the prince. He responded with another bolt and a rousing [b]"FOR PLEGIA!"[/b] To strike fear into the rider's heart as she was blown off of her steed's back and sent crashing to the earth below.