Estraexir Bloodworth sat in the cell he was guided to. Still playing the role of the eccentric, bumbling genius, Cornelius Pendergrass. He had been quietly planning his next big step. Aware of the ever present gaze of the guards. The king truely was a cautious fellow. 
He drew a circle on the floor of his cell. It was time for these kingdoms to know they were at war. 
Slamming his staff into the ground the door slammed open. Two guards snapped around to look at what made the noise. Cornelius stepped out and turned to face them. Slipping a ring off his finger, the visage of the old scholar flickered away, revealing Estraexir. “Tell your King, I’ve come to talk.” He voice was deep, and laced with intent. He was not messing around. It was time for business.