<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold">General Wolfhart</span> // <span style="color: #FFFF80">Dining Hall</span></div><br/>Bren lifted his head when the doors opened, allowing the King as well as Aurion to enter.  His eyes rested momentarily on the djinni; he was never very trusting of it, but reminded himself that it wouldn't bring harm to Allistair.  In fact, he found it difficult to trust anything what came from the otherworld.  He'd seen the sort of monstrosities his mother had summoned and unbound during her lifetime, and he found it shameful to think he'd once dealt in such a craft.  Demons never worked for free.  He was uncertain if the djinn worked in the same way.<br/><br/>Almond coloured eyes fell on the king.  Surely the queen would follow soon, but for now, he would have relatively undisturbed audience with Allistair.  He straightened up in the seat, though his shoulders remained tense as he leaned forward on the table.  He didn't know if the king was counting the days in the same way, but after a fortnight without answers, it was time to take control of the situation.  His hardened gaze accompanied them both to the table.<br/><br/>“I'm finding my scouts,” he finally announced.  He didn't need to provide further reason.  The king was already aware of this development, but he expected Allistair would disapprove.  Of course, getting involved so directly was a bold move.  He'd already given orders for the guard captain to tighten the patrol schedules.  Bren would call first for a search within the borders, but if no results were borne from that, he would need to find other means.