"Oh. Oh very dear."

The voice is crotchety and a little absent-minded.

It's also coming from a hazy figure that fades into view just three steps in front of X.

"I'm terribly sorry, really I am, it's all a dreadful bother, but I'm afraid you're not . . . allowed . . . . "

The bearded, shadowy man trails off, squinting and floating a few meters closer to everyone behind X, including Bruce.

"Are you -- no. No, there are definitely no princesses here. Hmmph. You'll have to turn around and go back the way you came. Or -- "

Oh, this is all going to go terribly.

" -- Or I shall have to be very cross with you."