A tremendous warrior in white battle-plate, which is as scarred as the man who wears it stands in the great hall, surrounded by a retinue resplendent in the cerulean colors of the warrior-kings of Ultramar. They hold massive, boxy guns of some make at high port, and are girt with gladiuses at their waists. The white-armored warrior keeps a similar weapon, though of older and more battered make locked to his leg-plates, and bears a huge, toothed blade in addition to the gladius, holding a horsetail plumed helm under one arm, and he starts with recognition of Arturia as she approaches, speaking in a deep voice.

"Arturia! You look like you have come from the wars, were you waylaid on the way back from Summer Court?" His gray eyes suggest a certain concern, though his huge, craggy face carries little expression. His bodyguard shows none at all, helms concealing everything behind ceramite and adamantine.