Denizens of Marinaland, [meaningful cane pointing here,] I greet you as your new overlord. Follow me.
[He's on video, but he's going to start walking regardless. You better be following. :|]
My legend dates back to the twelfth century.
From the looks of you, you are all in serious need of conditioner and top hats, but I will excuse your poor manners for the time being. [He's had ample time to observe and judge, after all.] Now tell me, which one of you will be my wielder. Single file, one at a time. I will be inspecting your lapels for quality assurance. The nicer the lapels, the more capable the man.