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It was late.

Later than Regal would almost ever find himself out alone, as it was never his preference to power up without reason- or without backup. Yet he couldn't explain in words why he was called quite literally from the comfort of his own bed in the middle of the night and out to the twisting green vines and colorful flowers of a natural garden among the tall, brick city buildings.

It was too small to be a park, yet was still quite sizable for a splotch of green otherwise dominated by the city's infrastructure. ...And Regal had never been here before, so he couldn't say why it drew him in now.

(He should be suspicious- he was always suspicious when something 'drew him in' that he would otherwise not be concerned about. ...And he hadn't even bothered to wake his husband. The tricks of the city could be so dangerous- what was he even doing here?)

Maybe it could be a question that didn't really need an answer...? He felt well and still in control of his mental faculties. The little garden was lovely, likely due in part to all the rain they'd received recently. But there was still that whisper, some little thrum of melody that he wasn't even sure he was really hearing, but that pulled him here to this place he'd never been in the middle of the night...

Casting a trepid gaze around, Regal proceeded to skirt along the edge of the garden, where the brick buildings ensconced it on all sides. It was dark, particularly in such an enclosed area, but the moon shown bright, and that alluring melody made him confident enough that he wouldn't turn and flee...

No telling if that was for the best or not.

No matter where he searched or how far he wandered, there was no sight of any being attached to that sweet, syrupy voice that led Regal on (and that should be a good thing, probably? If there was nothing to find him in this curious state, then there was nothing to harm him. He should be pleased. ...So why did he feel awash in a great ocean with no shore?). He was practically pacing in circles, desperate for sme other point of reference- but there was nothing.

The only thing that grew to accompany the voice was the addition of another gentle aura. A Page, dressed in the pale, soft colors of moonlight.

Regal wouldn't say he recognized most of the styles of symbols of other Knights, but this was at least familiar enough- it was the same as his nephew's. And perhaps Moon Knights were the most recognizable of all, anyway, with a very straightforward crescent to identify them.

The other man gave him a wave, and Regal acknowledged with a trembling smile of his own. Two of them had been called here- that strange voice had drawn them both in, and that immediately struck Regal as more dangerous, more untrustworthy. And yet, they were still safe. Nothing struck him as inherently evil. Just be calm and stay relaxed. They didn't have to make this a treacherous event.

"Did you hear it too?" He had a soft, clear voice, with crystalline eyes that flicked up through long lashes to peer at the one who'd joined him. "I wouldn't usually come out this way, not like this..." A vague spreading of his arms to indicate his long robes and smoke-swirled censer.

He wouldn't power up if he could help it.

"But I felt... strangely compelled..." Regal tried to explain.

Still nothing felt necessarily bad, and it was just Regal's perception of unknown events that lent itself to him being wary (they should be wary; this city was full of such treacherous things that they simply did not have that much information on. He felt like he was always confused and out of the loop... It was best to just... be cautious). He might even argue that what he would normally consider a bit of a haunting melody was actually quite nice...

Like something he was familiar with and not unfond of...

But he couldn't place it, and even though he'd allowed himself to be led out here, Regal still thought that he was being sensible enough to not be lured into too deep a state of compliance. He might not like that a Page had been pulled into the same thrall, but he was appreciative to not be alone.

Maybe that was complex too- as someone with many years of this war under his belt, he should probably be the more experienced and capable one if something were to leap out and attack them. It should be his duty to protect a Page that didn't have a particularly useful weapon or magic (it just sucked, since he was not combat capable or even particularly eager to engage in... any of this- he would do his best).

"Somniorum... It's nice to meet you. I'm Regal." He tried to offer a little smile, though it was not a particularly reassuring one. "I'm sorry, but no. It makes me want to seek it out, but I'm not sure what it is."

"If I had even a little more information- why it calls us so, or what we're supposed to know about it, I would feel much better... But as it stands, it just makes me nervous." Nervous and yearning, but he didn't have to admit that second part.