Hannibal fixed a glare so cold on Ciara that were she made of heat she would surely dissipate into nothing.  Her shoving past him had not only showed how little she cared for her companions, but also her own haughty nature.  Granted, she wanted to appear as much a drow as any female of the species, but to slight him so wasn't sitting well with the assassin.  He made a mental note to have words with her later...in private.<br/><br/>For now, he swallowed his pride and entered the Magistrate's office.  He moved off to the side, his back to the wall, protecting his rear from any chance of attack.  He had made a habit out of not trusting anyone, and now that they were in a drow city, even moreso.  His eyes narrowed, studying the office and its occupants warily.  If the need arose, he would put his weapons to good use in such tight quarters, but for now, he kept silent, letting the 'superior' females do the talking.<br/><br/>He did smirk however as he looked at Ciara.  On the surface, she was nothing more than meat.<br/><br/>If anything, the other two women, Yuri and Kamilsa, knew their place.  They were powerful, the fellow warrior that dabbled in Shadow Magic and the Blood Mage, but their focus was on the task at hand...not at making a good first impression.  He knew they should all be worried about that in particular, but to him, it mattered little.  When the time came, his blades would speak for him, not like Ciara was doing now.<br/><br/>He folded his arms over his chest and stood quietly, however, content to let her speak for now.