The angel noticed Khalida's irritation as he kept his attention on the princess.  She likely thought she hid it well enough, but he knew her far too well for that.  Turning to look her in the eyes, he smiled and inclined his head briefly.  "You are very kind, Lady Champion.  Many thanks."<br/><br/>Taking his eyes off of her proved to be more difficult, however.  To be speaking to her now, face to face, was enough to freeze him to the spot.  "Hm, well..."  Gamun spoke, doing his utmost to retain his composure and turn back to Catáryn.  "My situation... is simply me.  I have been sent to assist Fereshard in her defense against the Empire of Lerin, in effect, to make certain that the war stops here.  Irelki would prefer if the fighting came no closer, you see, which is why I am acting in this 'unofficial' capacity."<br/><br/>Gamun cleared his throat, glancing sidelong at a serving man who stepped closer with a tray.  "Mm.  Long travel does leave one parched, yes?"  Gamun offered them all a smile as the man poured wine from the pewter pitcher into a goblet on the tray.  Gamun hated lying, and he hated long, convoluted lies most of all.  Too many chances to get tripped up.  Taking a sip from the cup, he smiled again, hoping that it was sincere enough to put the two women at ease.  "To get to the heart of things, I am here to train you in the magical arts, Princess Catáryn, and to act in a support role with my own abilities.  Which are considerable," he added over the rim of his goblet.  "I will happily defer to the Champion Khalida, and allow her to direct my efforts."