[Try as he might not to seem the least bit curious, Regis can't help but peer at Carlisle with such intrigue once he opens the satchel. Just what manner of mage is this man? The young man almost reminds Regis of a 'witch doctor' of some sorts. Those strange leaves with the thorns upon them catch the king's attention quickly.

Is Carlisle making an elixir of some kind? Certainly seems that way. Regis never been one for potionlore or herbology, so he has no idea what the healer is doing. His study of magic always revolved around the elements and the Crystal itself.]

I am the King of Light, the One-Hundred and Thirteenth of the Lucis line, Guardian of the Crystal. [A pause.] Or rather I was prior to my death, murdered by the hands of my kingdom's foes. My son, Noctis, carries my name and legacy.

[He frowns a little.]

...Even if he sometimes wishes he didn't.