Terrence gave a dramatic sigh as the two white-cloaked knights approached, holding up his hands and shaking his arms slightly, droplets of water falling to the ground.

"No no my good knights. You needn't worry of blades or needles, I am just a humble Septon...The very Septon they've come to see in fact."

Ser Quincy and a few other cloaked knights ambled over to stand behind the stopped septon, looking about with caution as more and more eyes turned to the event.

"King Damon, your grace! It is an honour to finally meet you...If I might approach?" He clasped his hands together as he moved forward, stopping a few yards from the king, the gaggle of children still around him, stares of wonder being given to both men.

"Come now children, remember your manners. They're essential for when you all become the proper knights and ladies you were meant to be one day!..." Terrence dipped to one knee before the king, many of the children following suit.

"...But now chores are calling again!" He softly cuffed one of the boys on the back of the head. "Off with you! And no complaining!" He chuckled to himself as he watched all but one (the youngest of them) grumpily depart from the scene, the remaining child clinging to his robe.

The smile on Terrence's face faded as his gaze turned back to the king. "Your grace, I see that the good queen is caught up inspecting the bridge, quite admirable the way her grace keeps her nose to the grindstone 'eh?"

Within a moment his smile returned to his face, looking behind the king at the long procession of carriages. "But I assume that your graces will wish to talk, there is much to talk about..." He paused, frowning for a moment. "...Though I suppose it'll be more you and her grace yelling while I listen 'eh? BUt don't worry..."

He motioned down to his sodden robes. "...if you are lucky I've just caught a fatal cold and shall soon solve your problem for you!"