Plugging his ears as the red-haired veteran basically roared his displeasure about Damien’s presence, the man in question just sighed quietly. It was always quaint when people broke out into argument once his school of practice was revealed, though it had gotten quite old by now. The fact that they had spies observing him wasn’t too much of a surprise, given they had known his location, but it was a bit dissatisfying to know he hadn’t noticed any of them. 

Grinning at the general’s glare and waving the guards goodbye as they marched off, he shrugged dismissively at the lady’s whittling stare. [b]“I don’t think they will. I prefer to not have my two “guards” outside when one of the men who summoned me,”[/b] gesturing at the general as he spoke, [b]“evidently wants me dead as my “kind” deserves. And while I’m sure someone of your caliber could make good on your threat, I’m also sure that’s a great way to get your plan started off.[/b] [u]“Oh, I’m sorry your highness, we just had to waste your good resources to bring someone into your council room so we could kill them off here.”[/u]” He finished in a slightly mocking tone as he crossed his arms and waited for their response, uncaring for the tense atmosphere. If they couldn’t stomach his presence, then he’d walk and he would just love to see them try and stop him. Though given this was the palace, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they were able to. It’d be an interesting bid to escape for him at the least though. 

Though his attention was still mostly focused on the general and lady, he noticed others entering the room, skirting around his two “knights”. One, a younger girl, evidently quite nervous, another, a boy, who was rambling, one clad in armor, a man given its shape, and another young lady that followed last. Though he was the picture of ease, feet tapping randomly against the stone floor, Death and Knight were deathly still at his side, ready to move at an instant if need be.