[Doctor Gabriel]

"I would also be inclined to hear more about these they people," The Vagrant King agreed landing nimbly behind the deranged young woman and adjusting his lapels, "And for the Gods' sake, can we move past the smoke shtick? It's really getting old."

Another cigarette manifested from within King Gabriel's resplendent, golden coat, followed by the scrape and fizz of a match being lit, then tossed into the viscera and entrails below when its purpose had been served.

"But more importantly," The Good King's inhumanly yellow eyes darted about the scene, trying to catch even a glimpse of... whatever it was he was supposed to be trying to catch a glimpse of, "Are these forces, hitherto unnamed, so terrifying that I should join you lot in some dilapidated basement, rather than find myself a nice inn or boarding house? Because unless these people are the stuff of nightmares, I'd much prefer to retire somewhere with warm beds, ample supplies of liquor, and quick and easy access to an assortment of whores."

A look of utter terror shot across His Majesty's dashing visage as a thought occurred to him.

"You do have whores in Atticus, don't you?"