The plate-clad Fist takes hold of the paper, giving it a readthrough - or so it looks, at least. Face and body hidden behind metal it's difficult to tell their reaction. After a few moments he folds it and hands it back to Caelyn. "Says they're the ones who cleared Nashkel up, seal looks real enough too and they're not far off the reports." He remarks offhand to his fellow metal military, before turning back to the group. There's a definite street-twang to his voice now that he's speaking more naturally. It was hidden when he gave his command, perhaps masked by the practice he'd had to give it, but more casually his tone is one expected of kids growing up in street gangs (not that you have much experience with them in Candlekeep). "If it's a forgery it's better than one I can spot. I'm Corporal King. Make any jokes you want now, because this is the only time you get to."

Vala, who had grown quiet to let you take the lead, interjects immediately. "What's Corporal King's favourite drink? Royal-tea!" It's hard to gauge his reaction, but the two guards in the background give small snickers at the joke. King continues after any other puns or jabs are made, with a mix of amusement and resigned weariness in his voice.

"This is Private Tuna," he points his thumb over his right shoulder, "and Corporal Early." King jerks his head to the other one, with both soldiers giving casual salutes of greeting. "What's the lead?"