Kings are Kings. There are seven. The First is the Silver, the Second Gold, the Third Red [He sounds a little proud about that one.], the Fourth is Blue. There's the Green King and another color, but I don't remember which is Fifth and which is Sixth. And the Seventh...

[He looks a little pained.]

The Seventh is the Colorless King.

[Not going to talk more about the Colorless King. He's why he's like this after all.]

Each King can make Clansmen, granting them the aura of their color. For example...

[This'll hurt a little, but it's the easiest way to show the priest. He calls to his tiny flame and makes a red flame appear on a finger.]

I'm a Red Clansman, King's vassal.

[As quick as the flame appeared, it's gone. He can do more with his flames, but it's exhausting and he's already been shot. Best not to risk it.]