Kharne tromped along, listening to the others talk to the npc's or observe their surroundings. He got over the fact he could actually feel and smell things. The group approached the Throne Room, heading towards the sound of the witchblade yelling at the paladin. Shaking his head he went off to the side, clearly trying to avoid any confrontation that might come about. It was clearly a sibling argument judging by how familiar the two were.

The angel tried to get this to be a purely player conversation, trying to get the npc's out so they could all talk normally. Only he and the undead had the luxury of talking how they wished really. Maybe the witchblade. His thoughts were interrupted by quite possibly the most loud and prideful being he had ever been forced to listen to. Turning agitated eyes towards the new npc. [color=red]"Everyone is right here you don't need to shout, numbskull."[/color] He growled out. His own voice carried just fine without him having to raise it.

Kharne palmed his face when Claudius started hollering again, this time at one of the npc's. Dolton if his ringing ears had heard correctly. At least this one spoke at a normal volume and seemed more respectful. Probably the lack of insanely high pride. [color=red]"Kings, queens, emperors and empresses mostly met people in the throne room because it was used for council meetings. There's nothing sacred or majestic about a shiny chair on a raised portion of rock..."[/color] He muttered, the tone low but still audible to most in the room. He was purposefully trying to ruffle the overblown peacocks feathers now.