[ Kurapika finds himself standing beside a man dressed not quite like the other nobles present—his flowing, intricate robes exude dignity and demand respect, and suggest he's a man of status from a religious organization.

The man seems hesitant, almost tense in Kurapika's presence. His eyes dart down to his sage crest, then away again.

He harrumphs. ]

On the right hand... Like Prince Arthur. Cursed, I told them. This affair will do nothing but curse us and bring us ill fortune...

[ Mutter, mutter. ]