There's a harsh wooden clash as the looming man before you slams his sword into the table you were sitting at, his eyes twitching in a mad sense as he looks over at the tavern and revs up to speak in a booming voice of constantly shifting tones

"HEAR ME NOW AND KNOW THAT YOU. ARE ALL MINE! CAMELOT ITSELF. IS MINE. Now BOW to you new KING RUBER!!!"

The guy has an army of half-weapon henchmen that stand behind and around him with devilish glares on their faces, it's... not a pretty sight