Talas stood, quiet as a mouse, in the darkness near the Emperor's throne, his hood pulled up over his head. He almost completely blent in, just slightly darker then the shadows surrounding him. He was seperate from the main body of the royal guard, his eyes flashing breifly underneath his hood. He stood out from the rest of the royal guard if he stood next to them, painfully obvious the difference in armor. His eyes flicked to Sayrin as he was spoken to, watching him step forward until he bowed to The Emperor.

He remained in his position, his eyes returning to scanning the area, listening carefully for any strange sounds. He would stay until he was called forward, for he was expecting that to be the normal. One simply didn't approach the Emperor without being asked forward. He could feel the energy flooding through him, his fingers twitching slightly. He was ready if necessary, as always, to react and attack any threat. Even if Sayrin had some weird inclination to attack. However unlikely, it was still possible, so he was ready. He offered no one any different scrutiny.

The familiar weight of his quiver with his strung bow inside of it, with his swords strapped underneath it in the shape of an X, one handle above each shoulder. For him it allowed easy access, and worked rather well. His how remained strung while he was at his position, his elven now able to handle the strain that it would put on typical bows.