The situation was getting overly tense in the room very quickly, someone needed to diffuse the situation, and fast. Clearly this men were not fans of fools, anyone who had spent a minute with the Aserit could tell that was not a good way to great them. Lorenso was stood beside the steps up to the throne, and he saw the guards visibly tighten their grip their spear shafts. He waited politely for the young Aserit prince to finish, then strode into the centre of the hall, between the party and his Queen, Prince and Princess. He hoped a proper greeting would calm them, or at the very least, it would put him between them and the Royals.<br/><br/>He adopted a low bow, tipping his head, his hand flowing out in front of him, the other behind his back. “We mean no dishonour to you, Your Highness.”<br/>As he rose he gave a gentle push to the fool, trying to send her off out of the way. His tunic and leggings were finest Theiri silk, a pale yellow that matched his hair. To it was joined a red cape clasped with a silver buckle, every part of him looked the courtesan he was expected to be. “Lord Lorenso Florencia, First Sword of Theiri” He kept his duelling rapier at his hip, knowing how the Aserit respected warriors.<br/><br/>He smiled broadly. “There is no need for such talk your highness” He shifted a step backwards “These are peace talks, we welcome you with open arms” He threw his arms open, then bowed again. as he rises, his eyes meet Prince Omar, giving a quizzical look, as if trying to remember something.<br/>“We have met before have we not? A year before, on the field of battle, your formation charged our lines, for a brief moment, we locked blades, before the maelstrom of battle carried us away?”<br/><br/>“Your fought well that day, your highness.” Lorenso slowly extends a hand to be shaken “If you would do me the honour?”<br/>