Lorenso pushed passed the din of the packed hall, pulling out a chair near Juli and Elise. He had used the short interval after their sparing session to change, pulling on an emerald tunic, clasped with a deep red cape of the merchant houses. Looking across and seeing the Aserit with unsheathed weapons on the table unsettled him. He let out an audible sigh.<em> Could it be possible we have one meeting that doesn’t involve steel</em>. Lorenso kept his ceremonial rapier on his belt, sheathed; the First Sword was expected to carry the tool wherever he went.<br/><br/><br/>Apparently not it seemed, as the gypsies began to antagonise the assassin. As the argument began to get heated, Lorenso reached for his sword, keeping his hand on the hilt. He knew there would be no one to protect the princess’ close enough should it come to that, and he didn’t want to be unprepared. He noticeably relaxed as the confrontation ended moving his hand.<em>This is going to be a long night.</em><br/><br/><br/>However before he even had a chance to relax, Gerrard was upon Lenally, he saw her balled up fist, no doubt he had made another lecherous remark to her.<em>Utter Dog.</em>He leant over to  Juli, “Is it possible to stop your brother… Half-brother from making advances on the house guests?” Lorenso had to contain himself from going over and pushing him off her himself. He was surprised none of the Aserit’s had yet taken it upon themselves to do so, although it certainly seemed like Lenally could handle herself.<br/><br/>As the evening settled down he was able to begin enjoying  himself a little more. Chatting with the various people on his table, half listening to the gypsies story as he conversed with the guests.<br/>