I know of you, but I can't say I know a damn thing about you. Not really. King of what, by the way?

[He chews his cheek, the urge to do something boiling in his blood. But what? He pats himself down finding nothing.]

[He eyes Barnabas with something akin to suspicion. He knew something would befall this man. Or had already befell this man?Something supernatural. Well, this was pretty supernatural, wasn't it?]

It is short for Cidolfus. Cidolfus Telamon. What do you know about me?