Keil looked Driscoll's way and even directly at him. Almost harshly an analyzing, running all over him. She stood up and her scepter, an icon to the throne with every type of magical jem known to the Drow embedded in it, was held high and brought down on the base on the float. It was a sign something was wrong, and the interruption of such an event was rare and usually meant something dire. The crowd became worried and watched as the float was lowered and she stepped down off of it. Her guards on stone salamanders held the crowd back as she approached him.<br/><br/>Once in front of him she stood stared him down. keeping her body standing tall and proud despite the heavy cape. From this distance he could see the mana swirling almost hypnotically in the Luna Stones. They swirled like a whirlpool of energy, ready to suck anything that they can into them but held back by the edge of their prison.<br/><br/>A solider came behind him and pushed the owner away and another forcing him to kneel in her presence. Te crowd surrounding fell to ow as well. Some watching with interest and others with fear.