<div align="center"><strong>Phaerbryn</strong></div><br/>Bryn heard the loud crack and put a hand to one of her guns instinctively. She removed her hand and sneered as the pompous wizard entered the room. She was sure they'd gotten rid of him. Feeling Tiagar leaning close, she was impressed by his natural affinity for picking up foreign languages. After such a long night and lack of sleep, she is a bit perturbed at someone telling her what to do. But, realizing Tiagar is right, she joins him off to the side after only a slight hesitation.<br/><br/>"This device," she whispers and points to the device in her ear, "somehow helps me understand what everyone is saying. I don't know how it came into my possession other than I found it in my glove compartment with a note addressed to me."<br/><br/>The King is listening calmly the entire time to what Zelith, his most prized mage advisor, has to say. As always, the King overlooks Zelith's arrogant attitude as he is far to important of an advisor.<br/><br/>"Zelith, I was not going to attack anyone. I have recalled the unit that was out looking for my daughter," the King responded without emotion. "I am appreciative of your quick response to my summons and, as always, your vast knowledge on the subject at hand." The King turned and looked at Phaerbryn, his dark cerulean eyes were piercing.<br/><br/>For the first time in her life she felt the need to express great obeisance. Even meeting the President of the United States hadn't made her feel as such. Feeling the need to get control of herself, she stood up straighter, took a deep breath, and looked the King directly in the eyes.<br/><br/>"I will need to know everything you know of this town, its inhabitants, and the world from whence they come," the large Zenythri demanded. He threw his long white cloak out behind him, straightening it, the intricate silver threads catching the light, and offered an arm to his wife. "Come. All of you. We will adjourn to the Council Room. There you will tell me everything."<br/><br/>Phaerbryn, once again, was perturbed about being ordered around and opened her mouth to say something but the King had already turned his back on her, walking toward another room, expecting everyone to follow. Regardless that of her status in the specialized group, she'd still been trained as any other government employee to shut her mouth and obey orders in pertinent times. With a deep inaudible sigh - which she let out slowly - she turned on one foot soldierly, and followed the King and his Queen from the room, glancing longingly at the red orb they were leaving behind.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Viviana</strong></div><br/>Oh! Viviana thought. She'd been so caught up in the events with her father that she'd forgotten to introduce her guests. She turned to follow her parents and opened her mouth to make such ontroductions when she was cut off short by one of her father's palace serfs bursting through the door. He ran up to the King breathing raggedly, his large bright red, orange, and yellow wings flapping rapidly.<br/><br/>"Sire! Your Majesty!" He cried between large gulps of breath.<br/><br/>"Calm down and explain yourself, Faerie!" The King demanded, concern filling his guarded eyes.<br/><br/>"My Lord, about fifteen or so men just appeared out of nowhere in town! Most of them look like pirates!" The faerie managed to gasp out.<br/><br/>"Have they made any threatening moves?" The King's brows were furrowed in concentration.<br/><br/>"No, Sire. They are drenched in salt water and appear to possibly be hurt..." The faerie trailed off as the King had already passed him, barking out orders for his guards to pick up the individuals. He demanded that they aid the men but to keep a wary eye on them.<br/><br/>"Bring them to me as soon as they are able to move on their own. Make no hostile moves. Treat them guests - visitors - not captives. I only wish to meet with them and find out their intent," Baldric told a couple of human guards that had followed the faerie into the thrown room. They nodded and left to rally a few other guards and some medics.<br/><br/>The King turned back to the others, then continued on into the Council Room. Viviana, Bryn, and Ayanna followed behind him.