Alaxender Nodded over to his Lord, slowly removing his helmet so that his eyes could get a better view of the guards surround them. "Very well my Lord." He tucked his helmet under his arm, his storm gray eyes scanning around the room and to the rest of the group. His free hand hovered over the handle of his bold pistol. Chaos wasn't a new foe to him, but this didn't sit well with him. What did this planed hold that would cause something like this?