Hungry for the bones of an old codger? They won't find much meat here.

[Regis grumbles once the soldier takes the lead.

He follows her shakily before finally finding his stride. The king uses his sword as a makeshift cane for now. While he's normally one to try to match someone's pace, Regis honestly cannot in his dismal state. That's why he feels the need to apologize for being so damn slow.]

Is it too forward of me to ask your name, soldier?