While Regis has borne witness to many strange feats throughout the long years, he has yet to see a man emerge from the Crystal. That is until this evening. He stares down at the disheveled entity with a look of pure surprise as he slowly awakes. Confusion marred his aged features as he regards the envoy with a skeptical gleam.

Was this man some sort of messenger? Perhaps an envoy of the gods judging how he just magically appeared out of thin air. That certainly seems to be the case considering the odd swirl of magic that clings to him. It's a magic that feels oddly familiar to Regis but also foreign in the same breath. After what seemed to be an eternity, the king finally speaks.

"Greetings," He welcomes once the room falls deathly silent. There are over a half dozen guards here, most of which are members of the Kingsglaive. However, Regis speaks to the entity as if there isn't an audience watching their every move. "You almost had a nasty fall earlier," Regis states with a faint grin before attempting to help the man up into a seated position. It's then that one of the medical staffers rushes over to assist the king followed by a squirrely old physician who wants to get a better look at their guest.

"I'm Regis Lucis Caelum, King of Lucis and Guardian of the Crystal." He introduces with a shockingly warm smile. "I bid you welcome, messenger."