Thorgrim turned to face the dark, cloaked man with strange feelings of both dread and amusement. "Bloody hell, mate. Why in the gods' names do you wear your black bathrobes to the annual kingdom's conference?" He waited for a hearty laugh from the other representatives, but they all held a unmoving expression of terror. Then it suddenly dawned upon him - this was the Forbidden Kingdom's representative. "Okay, mate. Methinks that ye dark magic garments an' all is scaring the bloody dung out of these very nice representatives that you're about ta have a civilized talk with, not to impale them with unholy stakes o' darkness and all that crap. And ye bettah apologize to Mr. Dogood Paladin over there who seems like he's about to impale YE with a stake - or a sword, for that matter."