Xaris frowned at the other figure in the small clearing. He sat up a tree, keen eyes slowly peering down at Schyte, attempting to reason out why he had been called here. Was this the shadowy figure who had slipped him the summons? If so, he didn't look like much. He continued to watch Schyte pace about for a little while, watching his gait and trying to decide whether he was a threat or not. Eventually, his mind landed upon 'not' and he swung carefully down from his tree; landing a few metres away from the other figure with a soft 'thump'. And, with a deep breath, he decided it was about time to announce his intentions.
"You there." he called, coming a little closer; keeping his cloak wrapped around him for warmth. The icy winds atop this mountain were at best annoying, and at worst likely to give him frostbite if he were any lesser creature. "State your name, and why you've followed me up here. Are you a friend to the rightful king, dear murdered friend Soulirus, or are you another imposter trying to claim his throne?"
Xaris growled, a small puff of flame leaving his lips - if only to emphasise the point.