Magus listened to Lethe in complete silence, gears turning in his mind as he put together what he knew of the so called [i]'King of Darkness'[/i] (Part of him wanted to spit at the foolishness of those who were blinded by the light and afraid of it no longer being there).

Hearing the whispers of those he often passed by in his recent travels of suggestions that the hooded man was an agent of the disposed King of Darkness had spiked Magus's interest long before he had come to the graveyard he was currently standing in. A researcher of history by passion and profession, Magus had briefly ceased looking into the history of his own people to investigate local history for a time. It had been a very interesting tale, even if separating the truth from the tall tales and the legends had been a major chore. 

While a lot of the legends were no doubt either made up or simply exaggerated over the years with the retelling, what parts he was willing to consider true painted a very haunting familiar tale of a remarkably powerful magic user who became completely consumed by his own power, unleashing it on those weaker than himself without care or restraint. There were rumors that the triforce played a role in the events of his rule, both while he reigned and in his dethroning. Magus had his theories on the matter...

Once Lethe had finished speaking and those gathered seemed to be arguing over wasted time and fairy cons, the hooded Magus with his unnervingly creaking movements was the first to move from his place and walked to stand by Lethe the fairy in support, everything about the man hidden by shadows. It was quite the strange contrast between Magus and Lethe, what with one being a creature of shadow and the other a creature of light . "[i][b]I assume that all these years off the throne has done little to quench the desires and madness of the Insane King?[/i][/b]" He asked her in his echoing voice that sounded like it was coming from further away than it should have been.