Heavy footsteps echoed through the royal halls, knights each wielding different weapons filled the room. Each knight took their spot readying their weapons, spears pointed downward towards the man kneeling in front of the throne. Legs bound by leather straps, hands tied behind his back Aspen looked up towards the throne with a weak smirk. "'So..ya finally caught me. Where do we go from here?" A wanted man, but one had to admit he was skilled. Perhaps he could be of use to the throne.