Raynor stood in the back of the group not saying much, just listened. He wasn't comfortable being here, he always felt out of place when being forced to deal with royalty. But he kept telling himself that it wasn't because of<em>her</em>he was here, it was because of her people. He wore very simple clothing and the only thing that reviled that he was something more then a farmer was the Daiklave he wore on his back and the braces that was strapped on his arms.<br/><br/>“Sorry you highness for interrupting…” Raynor suddenly said and bowed, even he knew to follow the protocols of the royal courts. “Do you know where these bandits reside? Do they have any larger or more permanent camp?”<br/>