Eloran nodded, "My Lord".  He stalked off after Prince Tansen, with the least amount of stealth one man has ever mustered.  It was pointless to try to remain subtle.<br/><br/>"Prince Tansen" he calls out loudly after the man, his helmet under an arm casually, so that his dark eyes and long hair were visible.  "Scheming is over for the evening.  You have the distinct pleasure of being my charge.  Now, if you would, Prince, please accompany me?"