P’Tulla had spotted the dark-clothed young man from the moment they entered the dining hall. Clearly he had made them for what they were long before they had entered the dining hall and the way he moved told its own tale. But unless he made an obvious attempt to attack one of their party, she had no reason to attack him. Still, she spied him from the corner of her eyes as the procession of Nydewian nobility and guardsmen entered the hall. Their arrival yielded more than one response, though none quite like Aserit King’s. When his remark disparaged both her King and his people, her hand went for the pommel of her sword. The rest of the Kraken Guard followed suit, though none would draw their weapons until P’Tulla gave the word. And she would not do so until her King commanded her to. Still, she could not imagine him allowing such an insult to stand, no matter whom it came from. If it did come to a fight, it would be hard for them to get out with their lives. The Aserit bodyguard was nearby, as were several Theiri Guardsmen.<strong>“Your Grace?” </strong>She inquired her King as he remained silent for what appeared to be an eternity but in reality was likely barely more than a few seconds.