"And here I am, trying to be polite." Eloran snarls at Tansen.  "That's it, we all heard Prince Gavin, he said go to bed.  Everyone go to bed.  Hex's make sure everyone stays in bed.  If they're found to be up, put them down.  Remember, folks, good Prince Tansen here just confirmed that we are<i>still</i>enemies, despite the pleasant evening we're all having.  Increase security, move nonlethal takedown to first reaction for any protocol breaches.  Loidites,<i>go to bed</i>!" He roars at Tansen and Deston, hatred edging back into his voice, no longer speaking whimsically.  He turns in a flash of his cape and walks off.<br/><br/>"All the intel you need, Gavin.  They don't want peace, that's all there is to it." he grumbles to himself as he stalks to his sparse personal chambers attached to Prince Gavin's.