It had been an hour and a half, since the carriage arrived and the deligate from Danbar. His retinue had brought him to his quarters, taking thier time to sweep through the room before the Lord ever even stepped foot into it. Objects in the shadows, spotting what secrets might lie in the quarters, secret passages, spy holes and listening spots, concealed areas. Some were dealt with, even if that was simple as minorly rearranging a room to block access or sight. Some were left alone. Trunks were moved in, and the room was prepared for the Lord.<br/><br/>A short wash later, and the Lord was feeling much better. A delicate scent of jasmine left from the water, his coat removed, replaced with a lighter jacket of a dark blue coloring, a thin garmet it fit snug on his thin frame, left open along his front. It bore a simple style, without pockets or obtrusion upon it. A simple row of silver buttons down the front, a two inch wide collar standing up around his neck, made of a heavier, stiffer black material. It was trimmed in silver stitching, obviously the work of a true artisan who took pride in the delicate, shifting patterns he or she stitched, finished with a small replica of his clan's emblem upon the right collar.<br/><br/>Dressed, clean, relaxed, he finally made his way to the meeting. He attended alone, unlike the other deligates. He approached the chambers at a stately pace, leaving a word with whatever servant was outside to announce his presence to the crown prince, preferring to arrive within protocols rather than a rude bursting in upon the gathering.<br/><br/>As soon as he was signaled to be allowed entry, he stepped through the doors, offering a bow to the host once he took a step through the portal, much as he had to the princess before. He rose, saying nothing as he crossed the room. He stood up tall and straight, shoulders back, chin up, unconcerned with the sight of blood in the room, the downed man, the armed knights, or the savage looking counterpart from Goldspar. He took his seat with grace, pulling up to the negioation table in silence. His eyes looked to the Prince, waiting for a sign that the real work was about to begin.