Gavin looked out at the approaching men as Joakim spoke to them. He found it a bit curious, seeing as he didn't recognize them, there garb, there faces. This is something Gavin felt more troubling then anything, He knew of very noble family and anybody of any importance. Once more none of his own people saw him coming, which meant he came from the only direction that he never watched, north. Taking a step back it seemed that this wasn't information that he would have to convey at the moment. With a smile though his hands reached behind his back as he held them there. "M'lord" He left out the Young part when they weren't alone, mostly leaving his little quips and jabs for when it's just the two of them "Shall I prepare a room, and perhaps tell the kitchens to make more. I'm sure he and his men must be hungry, a sign of good will such as food might help with most foreign relations." He spoke in a very particular way, hoping that Jakim would pick up on his more subtle Nature. He hopped the young lord would pick up on what he meant: These mean were of none of the known kingdoms, including Borhilon, and that he wanted to send his own people out to investigate.