[Barnabas cannot know his feelings about being king, those memories taken from him as all the others. If he did chance to glimpse the truth, he would find this relinquishment of title and duty...a relief of sorts. If he only knew of how he tired of being king, duty being the chain which shackled him to his throne. If he knew the depths of his duty, why he held fast to a crown he long since grew weary of, he would not welcome this release.

Fortunately for him, and the others here, he is no more aware it than he is the name of the kingdom he founded.]

You have proven your character well enough. Oft the meritless nobility prove keenly unjust in their retribution.

[Though he does glance to the door, then to Ademnet.]

I suppose you were not. [There's no judgment in his tone, just simple fact.] Believe you fit to find your own? Or were you hoping for an invitation inside?

[Again no judgment. Simple and neutral curiosity.]