As soon as the king said to ready yourself Jamlamin had his blade drawn. Paranoia crept it's way into his head like an illness. "Perhaps we should get moving." He said, taking up a stance that just oozed inexperience, truthfully Jamlamin had never really used his falchion as he had never killed anything before. But nevertheless Jamlamin stood his ground and wouldn't give it up without the kings say-so.