Bowing at the waist Telemnar bid himself welcome to the kings main hall. Furnished with the best goods that the town had to offer, Telemnar smelled the lingering scents of food and wine long before he entered into the room. Rounding a corner he heard the sounds of music in such a fashion that he knew it had to be a dance of some kind. But when he opened the main hall door he was surprised to see that he must of been the last one to arrive.<br/><br/>Within the room soon at least three humans with different attire, one nearly covered in red, the other seemly a dancer or sorts, based on her loosely visible and tightly bound clothes, with the last of them looking to be a warrior of sorts, with axe and crossbow on his person. Perplexed at first his eyes fell on the half-orc and his sword hand quickly found the hilt of his sword, but his brain fought the reaction just as quickly.<br/><br/>Forcing his hand off of the hilt he closed his eye and brought a smile to his face, this was a human land, with human customs and human rules. Clearly they needed help from all races and just because a half-breed savage was their didn't mean that he fit the normal feel of one. Giving the half-orc another look his attire seemed in kind was his own, decorated armor, medals, symbols of a god. A religious warrior perhaps?<br/><br/>Regardless he would see. A human dance seemed to have just ended as he had come into the room, brushing his armor and clothes of the road dust he walked into the room. Nodding towards the other elf, clearly distressed with her attire and looks, he smiled and spoken quietly<strong>"Calm yourself, we are with one's that need us. They are already impressed. No need to fear their thoughts today." </strong>