Leon is escorted into the grand audience chamber, a sword at his hip and several daggers tucked away under his woolen black cloak. “Your Majesty,” he greets you with a bow that feels vaguely… mocking. He is a mercenary widely renowned for his great skill, near-indomitable in combat. He raises his head without being permitted, clearly harboring little respect for royalty. Leon had been hired by the King as temporary protection for you, his Royal consort, while you make a quick visit to a friend in Southern territory. But gold only buys his sword, not his respect, and he has no plans to get closer than he must.