<br/>While Rowena and her aunt mingled in the gathering of guests Barnabas and Rowena's footman remained standing at the ready should one of them be needed, of course Barnabas was no servant at least no regular one he owed service to Rowena's father a life debt and loyalty to things above Queen and country.  Barnabas had not failed to notice the presence of the dark foreigners either, despite being as well traveled as Rowena herself he did not quite share her bizarre openness which he perceived as foolish naivety.  The mask he wore hid his expression but his gaze rarely wandered far from these dark foreigners, they where not to be trusted none of them.  The American's had not gone unnoticed either and Barnabas could not help but wonder what would posses Lord Winterstone to invite such trash to such an occasion, the diplomat he could understand and even respect but these other foreigners what place did they have here. Barnabas clenched his fists at the thought which brought a surprised look from Rowena's footman, as the leather of his gloves creaked and strained under the mans fury.<br/><br/>This was the only sign of his displeasure that showed as he stoically stood as trained unflinching a true testament of the spirit that often won in war. Barnabas was a man who lived for his cause a man who would go beyond any measure for his calling, his life was over now he could not show his face he could not longer be seen too society.  It was almost as if a slap in the face, that these foul savages would be allowed to do so when he could not this would not be forgotten for many days.