There was a smile to her sister as HonorÃ¨ looked over her shoulder. "I think for the moment we will watch and see. We may get an enjoyable play to watch." Yes, they looked for an advantage, but if it was truly chaos it wouldn't matter what they would or would not do. It simply remained to be seen. Having one of the girls open the door, she regarded the Ritter Hex outside the door, guarding them or guarding from them, with an amused smile. "We're almost done, sirrahs." She looked at both of them. "But I've been remiss, we did not get either of your names." Looking from  each of them to the other, only one eyebrow waiting patiently for a response unless her sister interrupted. She had no magic other than natural human charm and so should not set off their magical alarm bells, however, even the stoutest of men could often be undone by a woman's natural graces.<br/><br/>It was true, HonorÃ¨ was more  prone to know the names of her servants and slaves. It was for a simple reason. Kingdoms could rise and fall upon the lower echelon's whims. While nobility ruled with a fist, it was the men at arms and lower classes who were the arm's strength. Living in Goldspar had taught her that much.