"Feathered Death."
The grim look on Hex's face as he whispered the newcomer's name pleased both Transformed Knights.
"I didn't know I was this well-known. You recognized me at a glance?" Feathered Death asked him. He sent a shiver through his spine due to the man's grating voice. His voice had a similar effect as listening to a nail dragged along a metallic surface. It held none of Red Hare's warmth and charm.
"It's LORD Feathered Death, by the way," Feathered Death said, hissing the 'Lord' bit. "But you people from Asterella don't bother with proprietary. Unless you stand before your King, of course. And even then, some of you," Hex noticed him pause and look at him, "don't even bother that bit. They go for their head instead of bowing before their feet."
