Ser Eloran stands at casual attention outside the door, ready to spring but feeling the tension slowly ebb out of the situation.<i>What a terrible blunder.</i>He brooded.<i>This isn't going to happen.  That Masenko woman is up to no good, her presence could be a ploy by another Danbarian Lord, of some sort.  The Loidites don't seem willing to make any concessions.  There cannot be peace without respect, and they clearly don't respect us enough even to approach our front gates.  Using magic to invade our castle....that's a gesture of war.  They're saying they can be anywhere, anytime...</i><br/><br/>He pulls off a gauntlet, and puts it in a pocket on his white tunic, then fishes a pack of cigarettes out of another one, and some matches.  He opens his visor, grabs it in his lips, lights it, and takes a couple slow drags while he thinks, brows creased over dark eyes.  A moment later, he swats the visor back down, and sticks the smoke in through the grate, holding it with his lips as has become so comfortable in full armor.  He puts his heavy gauntlet back on, and stands at attention, puffing a cloud of smoke above him while he waits outside the door.<br/><br/><i>This is a folly.  The leaders of these nations aren't even involved.  This was doomed from the start.</i>