Redwyne released his sword, allowing it to slide back into it's sheath. Redwyne looked back at the two knights flanking him, and nodded. The two knights then stepped forward, taking position on either side of Jezin, "I'm glad we could see eye to eye." Redwyne spoke, as he turned on his heel, and led the group out of the courtyard. As the group entered a small back door of the Palace, Redwyne removed his stark white gloves from his armor, stuffing them into the lip of his belt, "I'm surprised that a Lyokian Brass Hand doesn't show the respect expected of them when on foreign ground." Redwyne commented. The comment had no sarcasm, or venom to it, making it appear as if Redwyne was geniuely surprised that Jezin had chosen to place his pride above his duty, "I grew up respecting the Brass Hand, and aspiring to one day be Sword, or Shield." Redwyne spoke on, his voice level, but still gruff, "What would your superiors say right now, if they say this?" Redwyne finished, as the group began to approach a medium sized wooden door, with metal braces.