He had not expected to be greeted in his own tongue, so a grin spread quickly across Rider's face. He did not shake hands, merely placed a large hand on Weber's shoulder with a loud and large clap.

"Hou, and what an honor it is to hear my own language," Rider said jovially in return, "But please, do not bow! We speak as equals here, for even I admit that my reign has long since lost its power."

But the mantle trimmed in fur and his large, bulky build didn't match his words. He was power incarnate, and just as much as the Servant in the arena, the magical energy rolled off of him in waves, since he was not at all skilled at hiding his presence as a magical being. Rider did offer a hand to the king as he withdrew from Weber's side, recognizing him as royalty cut from a similar cloth.

"And an honor to stand in the presence of another king, if I am not mistaken. At least one of royal blood. Your friend is correct, though I should introduce myself all the same. I am Alexander III of Macedon, Alexander the Great. And I thank you for allowing me in to speak! I hope that we need not raise weapons against each other, my friend!"

He nodded to the sword.