Still humming to himself the Knight on the steps didn't even noticed that someone said anything till he heard someone speak his native tongue. Looking up Nebel felt as if he was looking into the past for a minute as he took in the armored figure before him, then like an infestation or bad itch from the back of his mind he felt his rage start to take over. On the outside he had no visible expression from the lower part of his face that could be seen but his presence could best be described as, heavy. Now standing up tall he hunched over slightly, if anything just showing off those Ispar genes for the tall and strong, as his mood started to manifest in the form of heavy breathing.

His weapon still dragging the ground, perhaps in a relaxed position to some, but to his fellow Kinsmen a warning. In his mind, as it remembered who this armor once belonged to, this was a high insult to him. Perhaps on the level of slapping his love, but that might be over stating it. Still in his eyes what he was seeing as the memories hit him were very enraging. Still on the outside he held a blank face, even if it was covered, only letting his actions speak. That was till his kinsmen was snapped up by the servants.

He still remembered the servants from his kingdoms seat, oh they were honest people but savage about keeping things clean and in order. He had no pitty for anyone caught by the honest caretakers of any keep. Still as soon as he felt them pulling on him he turned around, still slightly hunched over and looked at the one holding his coat. Perhaps being civil would of been the smartest choice, not snapping his coat back busting one of the stitched spots open leaving a small opening in his favorite pelt wasn't his brightest move. After all this was Her favorite coat of his and he takes a bath! At least once every other day, or if he did anything that would leave him with a stink.

"Wir sehen uns später Verwandten." The Ispar Knight said, his voice calm and void as normal. Turning down the path he just started talking into the Hall, his weapon still held in his left hand, at least holding it's holder, and resting slightly on his shoulder while he hummed a little louder. That old Lullaby starting to haunt the hall as he was 'escorted' to it. Deciding he didn't need to follow the caretaker's advice was fruitless he instead found he was more or less placed in the meeting hall. Still humming his little hunting lullaby he still did not like this kingdoms decor. Giving it no never-mind he instead looked around the room, his humming carried around in front of him as he did so.

Yet in the back of his mind he was trying to think of that 'Knight' who tried to ask him a question before being accused by the caretakers. Sure some Isparians might of survived, but to get out with [i]that[/i] set of armor. They were either lucky or perhaps someone who was a late looter before it's fall. Either way he was going to have questions for that 'Knight' when he had a chance, [i]many[/i] questions.