Jezin froze when Redwyne asked for his sword. He hated the idea of being completely defenseless. He stood still, staring at the man with a blank expression for slightly longer than was appropriate. He threw a glance back towards Sophia, who motioned for him to go along with the man's request. Noticing the half-elf next to him giving up his bow, the bodyguard sighed quietly and reached for his side. He removed the weapon, still in it's sheath, from his belt and held it out to Sir Redwyne, his eyes carrying a faint distrust. At the same time, he moved the box in his other arm slightly out of view, though it looked as though he were just adjusting his grip.

 Sophia was impressed with the setup for the feast. The arrangement of the tables, the torches, and the sea shifting calmly in the background made the entire area seem quite pleasant. She came to a stop as Redwyne Cole approached them, asking for Jezin and Gareth's weapons. The bodyguard was visibly opposed to the request, as the princess knew he would be, but she motioned for him to give up the weapon. He wouldn't need such a thing at a feast anyway. Sophia watched as Gareth handed the knight his bow, noticing the shaking in his hand as he did so.