"It is I who should thank you young Hero. Please a savior need not kneel. It is us who are in your debt." Just as he had hoped, the King was a humble and wise man, everything Faust had imagined him to be. Clearly, he would listen to reason when it was presented. 

Before he could reply to the King’s gracious gesture, there was a disturbance. All eyes turned away from Faust and to the guards as they dragged a criminal before the King, hurling him to the floor unceremoniously and delivering a crude amount of abuse before the assembled nobles. He used the commotion as an opportunity to rise to his feet. [i]He possesses an object,[/i] Rod whispered, by way of warning. Despite that, Faust placed a hand on the hilt of his blade, ready to wipe the insolence from the other hero’s face, but the King was quicker in offering mercy and kindness. As was to be expected of so noble a ruler, although even he thought that pardoning the criminal was taking it a step too far.

"My captain has informed me that you all come from the same home. It is understandable that you all have much to catch up on. I too would like to hear of how you came to be chosen as a hero." The King stated, as the mood of the banquet hall returned to normal.

“Your Majesty, who is this captain you refer to and how does he come by knowledge, if I may be so bold?” Faust queried, showing a hint of nervousness before continuing. “I, [i]Faust the Thunderous[/i], was born into this world but one year ago. I know little of anything that may have occurred before that, nor will I let it have any bearing on my actions.”