((Dang. Sorry, everyone. I had an unexpected move, so I'm finally unpacking all my stuff and getting back to the internet! Sorry, sorry D:))<br/><br/>Jala straightened visibly, the hair on the back of her neck bristling at the insult (even though not necessarily an insult). Her eyes trailed to gaze upon the man who had just entered with many soldiers, and she couldn't help but scoff a bit. Britannia? While she had heard of the nation, like many others, Kynder had yet to come into contact with it. Frowning, she narrowed her gaze and folded her arms across her chest. She opened her mouth to speak her mind, a habit she was really letting loose here at this meeting, but was quickly interrupted.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised to see you here," Astin spoke, calm suddenly from his earlier outburst. He frowned giving the male down a few seats a once-over, "We have heard rumors of Britannia's endeavors. It is rare to see you so far from home." And while Astin was a bit of a loud-mouthed, annoying brat, it was painfully obvious of his admiration for the knights who had just entered the room. From the way he spoke, he seemed to be attempting to speak for everyone, causing some angry whispers of protest. He leaned forward humbly, offering a small bow of appreciation--ignoring Jala's faint mutter of distaste for his brown nosing. She could only mutter a half-hearted hello, unknowing of Britannia or it's customs.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Jala looks back towards the Prince. "You expect us to just integrate with one another? What about us? What about<span style="font-style: italic">our</span>cultures, wars, beliefs and disbeliefs?" She spoke suddenly, intrigued by his words. Joining with the Slayer meant destroying every belief their country held--and she would be the first to admit that Kynder was a country of proud people who would not easily oblige. From his words, he had been to her homeland before--surely he would understand that, or at least she hoped. Leaning back in her chair again, she released her arms and began to tap a finger against the table. The Prince's attitude made her a bit uneasy. He seemed apprehensive, making her feel on edge. Something was not being said, and she didn't like it.