You were the Kings' Mercenary acting as a soldier guard. You had your trident in your hands as you stood in the adjoined part of the throne room. Apparently some soldiers from L'manburg had come. Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnt, Fundy, and Niki.

King Eret was speaking with them.

King Eret: "Here's some other adjectives people use to describe me. Unmalicious, un-conniving, un-nasty!"

Niki: "You're clearly just adding 'un' to words that describe you."

Eret: "Ha! Who me? I'm King-"