Damien couldn’t help but chuckle at the fear, or at very least caution, evident in the two leaders’ eyes. Was the leadership really so disjointed that one had no idea what the other planned? Evidently the General had not expected his presence, while the two rulers seemed quite afraid of the raven-cloaked man. It was hilarious to see these individuals so worked up over people one of their own had brought before them. Shaking his head slowly, he continued to wait for an actual explanation as to why they were here, though he already had his suspicions. He wasn’t blind nor deaf in his travels after all, and the last few months had been interesting to put mildly. 

[i]'That accent though.'[/i] He himself spoke a number of languages, and Damien was sure he had no where close to as heavy as an accent as the raven-haired lady did in any of them. It was an idle thought, but one that he entertained since it was somewhat amusing to hear amidst all the other mundane sensations. There wasn't any one that was visually striking amongst the group save maybe for the General given his large size, but Damien had seen bigger and badder. And while the accent wasn't something he'd never heard before, it was quite unusual anywhere in Central Pantos; maybe at the edges of the kingdom or in its neighboring countries.

As suspected, the reason the dozen of them had been called was due to the influx in criminal or “evil” activities throughout the kingdom. He was no hero or valiant knight, so he hadn’t really cared to deal with the problems even if he had noticed them. Whispered conversations in taverns, idiots who thought he was a noble of some sort due to his retinue of two, malicious acts in the shadows of alleys, and most importantly, the tormented cries of the recently deceased. To someone who travelled as far and wide, and as constantly as Damien did, it would have been much odder for him to not notice something was amiss.

Grabbing the small ornate amulet out of the air, he opened his palm to look at the pieces. While interesting, he quickly pocketed the piece and pushed aside the thoughts of how easily this “authority” could be abused. He’d save that for later, after this situation lost his interest, when the mystery and curtains had been stripped away and the plot at hand revealed. He cared little for the rewards and titles the two would bestow on the others, he didn’t give a damn about saving their nation from ruin, and he was confident he’d survive if whatever was lurking about did rise up. Like the General had so helpfully pointed out, Necromancers were considered some of the vilest magic users around. It wouldn’t have surprised him if some had already aligned themselves against Pantos. Of course, he kept that all to himself and kept quiet as he listened to the four give their spiel.

Perhaps it was a bit inappropriate but Damien chuckled once more at the queen’s urgent plea. He knew it earned him no points amongst those here, but her message just struck a certain spot with the Necromancer that caused him to feel utterly nothing despite the emotion and purpose behind her words. He felt no need to answer the four though, since he’d taken their amulet hadn’t he? He’d do their dirty work for them for as long as it fancied him to do so, and if they didn’t understand that then maybe the Lady Ophelia should have watched him for a bit longer.