The Lord Martinez had already cleaned and prepared. His people were settled in, preparations were made. There was little, if anything for him to do during this pause. He looked over towards the Knights who had settled in on either flank of him. He seemed perfectly at ease, despite how easily they could overpower him, and having no guard of his own to counter, unlike the Goldsparians or Loidites. He stood slowly, he still wore his ceremonial dagger, though his hand never strayed towards it, no matter how looming or on edge the Hex Knights seemed to be.<br/><br/>"Quick reactions, unwavering loyalty. I am sure that one of our Danbarian Cataphracts would be able to learn much from your masters," he spoke softly to the Ritter Hex on either side of him while looking straight ahead. He started walking out, towards the courtyard rather than deeper into the castle and the quarters set up for his men.<br/><br/>"My people are quite settled in," he explained to the somewhat jumpy seeming knights of the Ritter Hex as they tagged along. "A quiet stroll in the garden. I'm sure there is no need to watch me there, but if you must, I do ask you remain somewhat unobtrusive, if you may."<br/><br/>He never broke his stately stride, each step measured out, exactly the same length as the previous one. He seemed in no hurry. His hands were clasped behind his back as he made his way out of the meeting, and towards the sunlight and fresh air of the castle garden.