"Yes, yes, sit! Good sir! Or we might have to bring up some... Unpleasantaries." His fingers wound on a hidden lever in his sleeve. He smiled. "Representative of the Slayer, be sure to behave yourself, or suffer the wrath of the Continent." He chided, though not sure about the other leader's response. He glanced at the man who had just spoken, he looked of noble breed, holy magic practicers? Maybe so.