'Ello, Temporal Disturbance," Bill said from his perch atop the bust of the philosopher. "Got any raw meat for the birdie?"
"Would you mind your manners, Bill?" Marley said reproachfully, and to teh others, "The rest of you, too, He's not going for any weapons that I can see, and..." he pulled out his watch and moved closer to the elfin (elvish?) Toby, and flipped out a fourth and fifth face from odd places on the device, "He doesn't seem to be holding or marshalling any thaumic power, though some latent bits are in his gestalt, as it were... The gyres and vortices aren't ... no, hello, St. Paul's is knocking odd now ... there it goes back again ..."
He turned back to the others. "I think he's safe, just a bit..." he turned back and looked the older Toby in the face, "anomalous, let's say." he closed teh watch up completely and put it back in his waistcoat. I've seen your insignia before, Sir Tobias, how did you come by it? Camalonia don't just let the Pendragon sigil be purloined, you know."
"Agh. Now my manners've gone by the wayside as well. Terribly sorry, I'm Lt. Marley Whippett, Knights Temporal. Shall we salute or shake hands?"
"'en't got any manners, Looby, 'm just a raven after all..." Bill groused from atop the bust.