"No titles!" Zed insists. "It's just Zed here." None of that "Your Majesty" stuff, get with it, Grita.

"Yeah, they like that sort of thing here." Zed absently waves an uninjured hand around, bringing it to rest on the pouch of supplies he's got slung over one shoulder. There is a first aid kit in there. It is not something he'd thought of before, but...should he get that out? "They're generating a great deal of darkness."