Akara's stance grew stiff as she stood beside her king. She was but a child when Logan betrayed her people but the memory wasn't' lost on any of them. To anyone who cared to notice the crowd grew quiet and many people wore guarded expressions. There was little love for the former king among the desert dwellers.<br/><br/>A flash of anger lanced threw the young woman and she stiffled her initial urge to turn her back to the man she held no respect for. But as always she felt the weight of her peoples gaze on her. They'd follow her lead and it wouldn't be smart to disrespect the Kings bother even if she held nothing but disdain for him. Smothering her impulsiveness her met the gaze of the former monarch and waited to see what new twist he'd add to the increasingly delicate situation.<br/><br/>Ever aware of their leaders slightest shift in moods Akara's warriors moved threw the crowd prepared to act if things shifted from tense to dangerous. The crowd eyed Logan with distaste and the anger and unease of the crowd was almost palatable. Akara could feel the tention heavy in the air and hoped for once Logan wouldn't do or say anything to make things worse.