Most interesting. A matter of political intrigue mixed in with personal pride. So the elven king was not the patron but rather the mercenary who had ulterior motives behind joining the little hodgepodge present here. Then, who had called them all here for this particular meeting? Surely these men were men of coin like his father, yet perhaps with more of a beefy, muscular sword arm which would hack ones limbs off with a few good strokes. Yet, the massive recruitment drive the Guild had indicated either a revival of the guild, or perhaps the brink of ruination. Which of the two did this particular event belong to? Regardless, Syrah was here from an external contract, while not officially a black band guild member, he was an independent service provider who is to be part of the guild yet have no representation in formal affairs of guild connections. Which was fine, it would allow him to be captured rather than outright killed. Subcontractors.

"[i]Then I would wish you well in your quest M'Lord.[/i]" There was something left unsaid of course, surely his father would more than likely be interested in this king's quest.  It was always good to have someone of power in your pocket, especially since relations with the elven council as been strained slightly given the amount of exportation of elven goods facilitated by his portals. Funding an army for a rebellion seemed something up father's sleeve, although of course he would bury himself under mountains of legal paperwork to obscure his involvement should the uprising fail. It was feasible after all to take a kingdom back with but a scant few men in the right places. Is that not what the game of usurp is after all? Having a few men in the right places?

Then there was the other thing left unsaid. The compliment unspoken of how the elf's countenance was far superior without the helm than with it. But there was no need to tell the former king that was there? Syrah was sure the elf already knew this and merely wore the helm for practicality to protect his pretty face from being smashed or cut up. Then again, perhaps it was an indicator of the fighting skill the king had? Requiring such arms and armor to fight within melee range whilst forgoing the bow. Then again, what use was armor if one was swift enough to avoid the slow attacks of the enemy. Ah the possibilities of having the elf remove his armor, then perhaps we could see what lies beneath.