"Meta Lark hops down and stands up as a full firbog form cracking their neck. God, you know how difficult it is to stay hidden for that long? No picnic. And as you form, watch as your form just rises above the king. He's alarmed to say the least. Good morning. What is this? So the emperor is dead. I... but who... who are you? That is a point in the favor of Kale, because she mentioned that something was going on with the emperor."