[ there's a slight pursing of his lips, at the question, and kathashun glances back down the alleyway, almost checking to see if the spell is still holding. a certain level of anxiety is now present, in the young king, but he seems willing to entertain the questions. ]

My father was a tyrant, who executed people regardless of what they were charged with. He was not a good man, or king. And the people remember that, especially the poor. His death has no mourning, in this portion of the city. I cannot blame them.

[ he pauses. ]

So I come here, to ask what they need, to know the truth. They will not speak to me, otherwise.