Logan..

 Archi stood before the palace with a sly smile plastered on his face.

 "Here I come Oberon," he clenched his fists, and with a snap of his fingers, his face had taken another form.

 He slung his bag over his shoulder, and proceeded to the huge gate that guarded the palace.

 He pushed the gates open, and the guards who were at the sides rushed towards him with their weapons.

 "Hands up!" One of them yelled at him.

 He rolled his eyes, and gently dropped his bag on the ground, and raised his hands up.

 "Who are you?" 

 "I request to see the king," he said calmly.

 "What for? What do you want with him?"

 He shrugged, "It is quite important though. I do not feel comfortable sharing it with you."

 "Then we are not letting you through. Go back, get out from here."

 He shook his head, "I am not leaving until I see him. You can not just chase me out."