The Monkey King is sitting upon his throne as his many subjects bow before him. His trademark smile is on his face as his golden eyes scan the masses, when they come to rest upon you. Frowning a bit, he sits up from his relaxed position and calls out, "You there! I do not know your face. Stand and tell me who you are." His famous Golden-Banded staff is in his hand, ready for any sign of trouble, though he does not raise it yet.