A man enters in a flutter of white, his snowy cloak billows behind him, and the light shines off the pearl enamel of his plate.  He stalks swiftly across the carpets, an arrow straight, deadly swift line toward Lady Masenko's bodyguard.  His sword is drawn in a flash, and a bloody spatter smacks into the stone walls behind the man when the knight smashes in Reina's head with his hilt.<br/><br/>He recovers the ring from the man's pocket.  "You two, drag him into a cell."  He orders two of the many Ritter Hex who are now flooding the room.  "You two, keep the 'Lady' company for the duration of her stay." he points to Masenko with his sword.  "Two on each Loidite."  He orders some more men.<br/><br/>Two men go on either side of Gavin as well.  The visitors who have not expressed any hostilities remain free, while each other is sandwiched by two armored Knights.<br/><br/>He strides to the center of the room and watches everyone's face as Reina is dragged out.  "There is no magic in Anstaria."  He states simply.  "There is no magic in Anstaria." He repeats.  "Don't make me tell you this a third time."<br/><br/>"Prince Gavin, I suggest you get underway.  This many hotheads in one room with nothing to do is a boiling pot."<br/><br/>He sheathes his sword, but not his shield, and stands near Gavin, his helm concealing his face.