“Don’t worry about it.” He looked around at the gathered crowd. He more or less recognised the servants, some of the guards, a few courtiers he knew as the usual rabble of minor nobility present at court to keep their families represented and informed of what happened at the capital. He was vaguely aware that Tanismore, like Ivorybeak before him, was poking him in the armour just to make sure he was there. He idly smacked away his gauntleted claw. “Where is everyone?”