Tehr moved towards the stands, but didn't make any attempt to intrude upon their privacy.  His eye went up at the crimson orb.  He suspected primal magic at play from the result, but it wasn't a spell he was familiar with.  Interesting....<br/><br/><em>"Mom wins, again!"</em>cried one of the sisters, though Tehr hadn't been watching and truth be told with the exception of charlotte, the other three had similar tonality to their voices.  Charlotte of course being shy and demure, even in her voice.  If he'd had to guess, he'd say Tanya simply by the brashness of the way she spoke, but that was a guess.<br/><br/>Tehr turned and commented, "When a woman injures her mates wedding tackle, no one wins."<br/><br/>He did however walk towards Lady d'Ravos, rolling up his sleeve to show her the brace of throwing daggers on his arm, "I applaud your non reliance on magic alone m'lady.  I'm sure you remember from this morning how I used my staff."  He shot a glance at the skulking halfling man by the wall, though his words could very easily imply he was speaking not of the walking staff in his hands, but the other that she'd experienced earlier.