Tansen had instinctively reached for his blade at the sign of aggression from the Ritter Hex, having fought in the war himself he knew how very dangerous they could be. His hand returned to above the table once he heard the reason for such an act making a mental note to warn his brother to never, 'show off', as he would say. A very large frown sprung across his face as he had heard about the guards to be posted on the Lodite guests. It was true their arrival may have been untrustworthy worthy but, he was sure that was no need for TWO personal babysitters. "Yes a fewer men at the Pass would surely allow for aggressions to cool. Not to mention show trust in between our nations, but I refuse to have fewer men posted than, I believe must be posted to protect our nation. But this discussion is for another time then."<br/><br/>Rising out of his seat, Tansen, quickly added, "But before we leave I would like to speak with miss Masko, and Prince Gavin, privately. Preferably without the company of any Ritter Hex. I would hate to believe we are so distrusted to have this request denied." Tansen was fuming over the actions of the Hex's. He would refuse to continue negotiations, if he were to be followed by Anastairi assassins for the duration of his visit.<br/><br/>____________________________________<br/><br/>Deston busted up laughing as the Hex attacked the guard. The boy not knowing the danger he was in for doing so thought nothing of it. He believed himself invincible to such Hex's. He had never seen one though he had heard they were dangerous, he had conquered the dangers of magic, thus believing himself capable of anything. His thoughts obviously misguided.<br/><br/>He looked at his new 'guards' smiling. The men looked so foreign to anything he had seen before. He rose as the group was dismissed following the two men to his quarters. Or at least he assumed that they were taking him to his room.