Valen folded his arms, closing his eyes and letting a rush of wind blow through his long hair... Altima complained about her hair, but Valen's was nearly to his knees when unbound and not tucked in. "I don't really have a preference... I however keep mine long." Valen was honestly used to having very, very long hair, he had always had long hair, ever since he joined the Kavir monks... it was a tradition, and the elders often had to have multiple bindings for their hair, otherwise it grew too long... beards on the other hand were frowned upon, and Valen ensured he was stubble-free at all times, Valen's hair had actually been at the small of his back, though the length fluctuated every once in a while.  The male let the breeze move over him, to him it was relaxing. When Brand appeared and suggested everybody go to the Tavern, Valen shook his head.<br/><br/>"I need to speak with the king soon... he will likely retire for the night at some point, after that we may go to a tavern if you wish brand." Valen smiled at the youngest, his kindly smile almost an apology for scolding him earlier.<br/><br/>"Let me handle this Altima..." Valen shot a look at Allie when she returned wearing a rather elaborate dress, valen decided to avoid comment over that. " They will let me see the king, I have a standing here, for whatever that is worth...I just need you with me... The elves do not know you like they know me, and they do not react kindly to strangers entering their courts, this goes for you too brand, unless you two need absolutely to speak, do not, let me speak with the Elven King..." It seemed harsh, but the elves had a delicacy to conversation... Altima was far too hotheaded, and Brand had a chance to say something clumsy or end up giving the elves another hug. "I would be elated if you were to go with me of course, and having the other two knights with me will be a boon, however<b>I</b>will be doing all the talking, at least this time. The High Elves are incredibly sensitive to many things, I would rather not offend the king."<br/><br/>Without another word Valen leapt up onto the railing of the balcony "Well then, we should get going, the Palace isn't too far off and we should reach the King while he is still holding an audience..." Valen looked the other two knights and their companions "We will probably need to visit the tavern after this, I can almost feel that, but for the time being I pray to the gods we are successful" Valen took a step back into nothing, falling backwards off the rail before righting himself in the air with a flip, dropping down from the balcony to the floor, winds picking up below him and embracing his form, slowing his fall into a pleasant drop before he reached the ground.<br/><br/>"Come on" Valen looked up and gestured towards the stairs behind the balcony, he certainly hoped nobody jumped after him. When he was sure. Valen turned and began towards the royal palace, reaching up and undoing the long golden hair that flowed behind him... he had a regal look in his own, simple way, dressed similarly to a noble without the frilly ties and lace. The outfit gave Valen freedom of movement and at the same time made him look noble and attractive... it was essentially his "civilian" attire, he left his ceremonial robes in Elzier, along with beautiful Paladin armor. Those items remained locked away in a trunk, hidden in a location unknown even to the 3 other knights. Valen gestured in the direction of the palace, it would take a few moments to get there walking, normally he would just climb a tree and glide there, but he didn't have that luxury since he had the other knights and their 2 companions behind them.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Once they reached the palace, Valen turned to Arioch "Is there anything else you wish to tell me, anything I can use to gain the king's aid before we go inside?" Valen would listen to what the elf had to say before turning and approaching the Grand Doors. The male was of course intercepted by a couple door guards, elves wearing elaborate armor.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"What business have you here?"</span>The elves recognized the Windwalker's face, the man who on more than one occasion protected the kingdom<br/><br/>"I have come to speak to the king, It is about the continued safety, freedom, and survival of not only the elven kingdoms... But all of Marosia. It is incredibly important I gain an audience with the Tree-Lord immediately." The elven guard was quite visibly startled by the urgency in Valen's voice, the male wasn't acting, and he had no reason to lie at all.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"Very well"</span>The guards parted, allowing Valen and company entrance to the Citadel's throne room.<br/><br/>Valen marched past the guards, gesturing for his allies to follow down a long, well decorated Great Hall... The hall itself was beautiful and natural looking, Valen had always appreciated it's natural beauty. The male again gestured, this time telling the younger knights to hold position as he walked up the first flight of steps before the King of elves. Valen stopped and gazed up at the king, before he even spoke he bowed as elven custom, Holding his right arm over his chest and bowing his head and closing his eyes. Though many elves only did a shoulder bow, Valen's was deeper, more respectful in custom with greeting elven royalty as an ambassador.<br/><br/>"Your majesty" Valen began."I wish to discuss a very grave matter with you, I have come a long way since Elzier has fallen, and I beg you to hear my words." Valen's face was grave, the thoughts running through his head made it that way, thinking of the possibilities what could happen. Valen would wait for the king to reply before he continued.