Sophia smiled when the man returned. "Many thanks, sir," she said with a smile. She turned to look back at Jezin when the man, who had just introduced himself as Thomas, acknowledged him. Jezin turned his gaze back towards the guard, looking down at the extended hand for a moment. He extended his free hand and tightly gripped the Lifeguard's. He nodded and replied, looking Thomas in the eyes as he spoke. "I am Jezin Tremora, of the Brass Hand." Jezin's voice was calm and collected. "I've heard of your Order, Sir Thomas. You all have quite the list of accomplishments." Jezin had read many works about the Order of the Thistle. Though not as old as the Brass Hand, they had collected quite a few accolades over the years. Sophia looked between the two men, unsure of what to say for a moment. She knew very little about the military side of things. After some time she replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Thomas." She spoke as warmly as ever. The princess glanced towards the back of the throne room, noting the other people talking behind them.