Tehvar ignored those speaking around them, and simply sat up straight, looking prestigious. He was rich, and he could afford to get his own slave its own horse. He occasionally glanced at them, nose turned up slightly to further the effect of his being above them.<br/><br/>He stopped short, eyes narrowing. "Cousin," he replied coolly, almost hissing. "I didn't expect to see you yet. What a... pleasant surprise." He had no proof that it was Valdemar that had tried to kill Amora, thereby sabotaging him. So, he had to keep a civil tongue... but his undertones would reveal that he knew, and he was more than displeased. He almost hoped the bastard would win so he could rip his entrails out. It wouldn't be a fair fight, because Tehvar would be fueled by the rare (in him) force of rage.