Redswift's greeting was met with pretty friendly reactions across the group, he knew none of them were nobles or royalty, but they seemed like good enough people. His attention was most caught on the human who spoke to him in elven, it definatley took him by suprise, the one called 42 had a grace about him that wasn't too different from a common elf and seemed to move differently from the other elves in the group. He gave the slightest nod in respect to the spellslinger.

A loudmouthed dwarf who smelled very strongly of urine was bellowing something he could not make out over the even louder-mouthed human who was covered in crude but strong looking armour, Redswift would never have either of them speak at a royal council meeting but he knew they could both fight extremely well just by looking at them. He gave them a knights salute and turn about face to the rest of the group.

Two smaller beings, one a human child with some dangerously strong electrical energy pulsing through his tiny body, and a scrappy demon, stinking of brimstone and mischief, Redswift didn't trust either of them, he snorted as he looked them up and down.

Finally a quiet man, in armour sat in the corner, Redswift was fairly indifferent to him, nothing about his behaviour stood out, so he gave the man a knights salute and walk towards the guild hall.

[i]Come on out, or let us in Captain, former King or not, I should not be expected to wait this long for anyone. Im quite certain that most of the group feels the same way.[/i]

Redswift tapped the floor with the bottom of his spear in impatience.