As Lenally enters, she the guards assigned to her would follow in as well. They would be dining here, along with the rest of the Aserit.<br/><br/>It's true that he would have said something similar to what Juli had; this was mental training, he'd have called it, as opposed to physical training. And, as he has stressed to her before, she'd well know by now that, first and foremost, a warrior's greatest weapon was their mind.<br/><br/>Clad as he was in his outrageously bright uniform, he made his way around the table, observing everybody; especially the assassin, who seemed to be temporarily disoriented by the music. Seemed. Perhaps it was coincidence, or a false-positive as he was particularly on guard, but he still makes a note of it.<br/><br/>He would stop by the gypsy, even as he kept his attention partly on his sister, Juli, and San. With a small smile, he would bow his head in respect to the gypsy man. "Greetings." He was glad for the gypsy to be hear.  Unaligned as they were, his presence meant that the queen would be far less likely to try anything, as doing so in their presence... well, that could easily turn into an unnecessary and unwanted problem.  "I hope the road was kind to you."<br/><br/>He would settle down into a seat near the gypsy, his sister, Juli, and San. He wanted to stay close to his sister, watching over her. Partly to personally ensure her safety, but mostly to be in a position to stop her from committing a faux pas.<br/><br/>Henrik's sword, sheathed in thick leather, would find its perch on the table, right by him. This was probably not the way of things in Theiri, but in his own country, understandably so, it was common. Especially in such an official dinner, for a warrior to have his weapon at hand, but openly  placed, as his now was, was the rule rather than the exception.  Quite fitting, considering their history and their culture.