The lord bowed quickly, a short, curt, but generally polite gesture as he stepped out from between princes, heading back down the hallway towards his chambers. His steps were slower than they had been when Prince Tansen ran into him. His tension was out of sight. With the tome tucked into the crook of his left arm he navigated the way straight to his chambers, not looking to talk to anyone, guard, servant, or otherwise on his way to his chambers.<br/><br/>Inside the door, he quickly made for his bed, setting the tome down upon the heavy blanket, a long slow sigh escaped his lips as he moved deeper into his chambers. His servants were quick to move, knowing his mood without him having to say a word. One ran off to fetch up a fresh basin of flowered water, another breaking into the Lord's trunk, pulling free the Danbari Noble's nighttime wear for the day. Another approached, peeling the jacket off Martinez, setting it aside.