Ser Eloran has the men on Masako, Reina, and the Loidites, spread out, one covering each hallway, and one stationed in each of the four corners of the meeting rooms.  He sends one man to relay orders to the garrison, that they need another few men to cover the rest of the hallways.  He has spread out the guard, but they are a no less ubiquitous sight around the palace.  There are plenty of men to see everything, and to call reinforcements from adjacent rooms, while not specifically following the guests and putting them at unease.<br/><br/>Eloran doesn't really care about the guest's comfort.  He doesn't think this has any chance of going well.  Something was up, he can smell it.<br/><br/>He himself follows Gavin, a white shadow behind his Prince.  He watches, uninterested, as the Comtesses present their gifts to him.  It annoys him a little when they flirt with his Prince, but he has become used to the feeling, and only sighs.  He asks a nearby servant to please dispose of the end of his cigarette, which has burnt down almost past his visor.