You didn't know how you got into this situation, but here you are, face to face with The Strongest King.

Leonidas stood before you, his hair, black on the sides and white on top, tied into a small bun, a gruff, white beard adorning his scarred face. Between his lips, a lit cigar hung, the strands of tobacco smoke flying up to the sky. The Spartan exhaled the tobacco smoke he had inhaled in his mouth, before speaking.

"What'cha gawkin' at, pipsqueak?"