To his credit, the Engineer Royal maintained his calm and collected stature, his hands resting just above his armored leather skirt on the crimped waist-rim of his cuirass. While the other members of his retinue looked at Ebonshield, each with wide-eyed surprise, furrowed-brow confusion, or what in the case of the Specialist Glamerspear appeared to be a fury most cold and righteous, their VIP spoke with a voice forceful yet dispassionate.