Kruentus drops from the air, ashen wings folding back into a cloak as he surveyed who else came. Ah yes, plenty of dark cloaked figures, all of whom no doubt capable of terrible violence.... Wait, what the hell is that thing! It looks like a dragon had a baby with the sweaters his mother used to send him during paladin school.
As everyone else was pretending that a midnight graveyard full of heavily armed strangers was just coincidence, he acquiesced to etiquette and and began studying the worn gravestones. One in particular caught his eye. Wait, that's his old name! He'd found his own!, no wait. They spelled it with an ae and not an i. Just someone with an incredibly similar name. Huh.