Aldred bowed, his face still obscured behind the formidable visor of his helm. The flickering of his torch and the one possessed by the women gave him a startling appearance. Immovable. Monolithic. Coldly, he surveyed the room beyond, and turned to Caldor. "Get four or five men you can trust. Escort these women to somewhere comfortable, and keep them safe till the rest settle down." His gaze fell back upon the woman standing before him. It was then that he decided to raise his visor, reaching up with a free hand to grip its underside and slide it into place with the slightest metallic rasp. From chin to forehead, a handsome face was revealed, miraculously devoid of horrible deformities and scars for a man in his profession. He possessed a strong jaw, thin lips, a regal nose and narrow eyes which constantly surveyed every tiny detail before him, classifying it in terms of danger to the men he was responsible for. Beyond the woman in the doorway, he saw little but frightened mothers. Any person, no matter how weak, could be a danger if they had the inclination to cause harm. He saw none from these woman. Only then, did he turn his gaze turn back to the woman before him.<br/><br/>He recognised her immediately - not that he'd seen her before, but from the tales he'd heard. She lived up to what men said of her. With a sigh, he resigned himself to the deeds he knew were inevitable at this point. He continued to address Caldor. "I'll take Lady Danielle into personal protection, to ensure her safety." Caldor, his visor now also raised, revealing a face far more fitting of a cut-throat mercenary, nodded. He understood what was to happen, and he understood what his commander wanted. Most of all, he understood that even the strongest of men needed moments of weakness to maintain their constitution. The old soldier nodded, and walked past Danielle, careful to to accidentally brush into her. Aldred outstretched a gauntleted hand to Danielle, flawlessly adopting a not entirely natural smile as he bowed his head respectfully. "I've been ordered to keep you safe until the rightful king arrives to appropriate this castle." A lie. "The safest place for you will be your own quarters, under my guard." A half-truth.