The massive wooden room has a number of magical auras on the unconcious monks; mostly various abjurations and transmutations to protect them in combat, along with a few divinations.  (all psionic, of course)<br/><br/><br/>From the stairs to the upper floor, a lone man in blue-white robes with intense silver hair and golden eyes steps forward, his hair flowing like an intricate tapestry over the traidional crown of a Riedran noble.  He's instantly recognizable as the Riedran ambassador, and his every move has a confident smirk written all over it.  The ambassador is followed closely by a young boy, fair of skin and kind in appearance, with black hair.  Your target, Marc III.  "Were you looking for this?"  The ambassador asked, his body glowing with psychometabolic energy to those with magic sight.  The boy didn't seem particularly frightened, although he followed the ambassador quite closely, his eyes downcast and arms wrapped defensively around his body.<br/><br/>Though he was but a man, the ambassador is a member of the storied senior castes of the Inspired, and has diplomatic immunity to boot.  Clearly, force might not be the most advisable course of action.