This man's vibes? Rancid. Utterly so. The absolute worst, and his introduction kind of explains why. Immediately, every muscle in Clive's body coils, wary. Of course, marvelous.

"And to what do I owe the honor, Your Majesty?" His words are polite but his voice speaks vitriol and mistrust. The mention of Cid however, the real Cid, makes him take a quick step forward before he can think better of it.

"What do you know of him?" Part of him wants to admonish the man for even speaking his name.