Furyk watched the mans back as he listened to the conversation. So he was the Queens brother in law now. Shaking his head imperceptibly he continued listening. When Maggie walked by him and gave him a meaningful look he was somewhat startled though he didn't show any signs. If it was worth her coming to him he figured it would be important. That or she had suddenly found a taste for more dangerous game than the men in town. Before she left his field of view he gave her a small nod, letting her know that he knew she would want to speak to him. Looking back at Drake he felt uneasy about there being nothing between his lieges and this being that radiated foulness the way a pile of manure radiated stink. Keeping his back straight he walked forward at a steady pace, not bothering to muffle his footsteps any longer. Going around the creature he went and stood before the thrones, in between both of them, turning to face Drake. Keeping his palm on his sword he didn't let any emotion show while he stared into Drake's eyes with eyes that were like death itself, cold and unrelenting.