Kamilsa saw that glare Hannibal gave Ciara. She couldn't blame him in the least. She almost felt sorry for the man. He was seeking to become a member of a society run by women where he would be seen as inferior. Of course she was sure he was fully aware of this fact and he would have to get used to such things. That he would willingly put himself through that to get what he desired had always made her respect him. This meant she wouldn't treat him like that, especially not to impress the Drow or fit in. She doubted that would help anyway. She was sure there were many other, better ways to catch their eye.<br/><br/>She looked over the hobgoblin guards as they entered the building. Ugly creatures they were. She ran over in her mind the properties of their blood. Kamilsa ran her fingers through her hair as they walked down the hall to the office, looking over the barrenness of the office so far. Her shoes made little sound on the white stone floor. They were made of soft leather with a coating which helped to muffle the sound while protecting the soles from wear. She liked being able to sneak up on an enemy if at all possible.<br/><br/>Once finally in the office of who she presumed was the Magistrate, seemingly much too important to take any notice of them. She saw that his eyes didn't even flicker from his reading. Of course she was sure using his peripheral vision he had already taken stock of each of them as they walked in. She could be wrong though and he really just didn't care at all. She examined the woman and the lovely jeweled collar she wore. Obviously a slave. Kamilsa stood behind the others beside Kaelia and Hannibal. She certainly didn't want to be the one to speak for the group. Speaking was not one of her strong points and she definitely didn't want to say the wrong thing here. Leave that for Ciara or even Irena if she wanted. One or the other of them would know better what to say.