Mason hesitated for a moment. There was a long, drawn-out silence - one that could've easily been the calm before any ensuing battle. "Ravens rise," he finally sighed, shaking his head and chuckling softly. "It's "when kings die". Ought to learn that before you say the wrong thing and get stuck because someone thinks you're a fake. I would apologize on behalf of our uptight employer, but it wouldn't mean all too much considering that man probably has a few screws loose with all that fanatic-talk." He shrugged. "Though sometimes he's the Dalai Lama compared to the crazies here."