The armor of a knight suited the pale Ancient, and Hadama regarded her with outward stoicism but renewed intrigue and respect as she slipped into her role like a fish into water. He might not understand the specifics of the story, but it was clear that he was some sort of villain facing Maea in the form of the story's hero. It was a role he found strange to be embodying, but she seemed confident on what needed to be done and he was willing to follow her lead.
Acting was not difficult for him, at least as far as it required him to keep a stoic and aloof expression on his face. Dialogue, however...
Ah. That was far less intuitive.
What he needed was time to think, and he twitched an eye in return at Maea's wink, hoping she could help him. "I do not need to announce myself," he rumbled, placing all the portentous authority of his recent years as King into his voice. "You know who I am." He paused, taking a stab in the dark that the 'knight' could sneak some exposition into her reply that would give him the clues he needed. "And why I am here." And with those ominous words he gestured towards the dais the thrones (and crib) sat upon.
Acting was not difficult for him, at least as far as it required him to keep a stoic and aloof expression on his face. Dialogue, however...
Ah. That was far less intuitive.
What he needed was time to think, and he twitched an eye in return at Maea's wink, hoping she could help him. "I do not need to announce myself," he rumbled, placing all the portentous authority of his recent years as King into his voice. "You know who I am." He paused, taking a stab in the dark that the 'knight' could sneak some exposition into her reply that would give him the clues he needed. "And why I am here." And with those ominous words he gestured towards the dais the thrones (and crib) sat upon.
