Seeker knelt more appropriately than many of the others, almost as if it came naturally. Despite his somewhat out of place clothing, garments that were less armor or traveling wear than they were a kind of martial arts uniform, he struck one of the more noble figures as he knelt on one knee, his other raised before him with his free arm across it, fist on his chest. His head was bowed, but his eyes--an unusual crimson shade not often seen these days--darted here and there as Queen Zelda spoke.

Serving the queen. Perhaps he was the first Shiekah in a hundred years to have this honor. Once his people had been the Crown's right hand, a hidden dagger and a shield of shadows. Now they were scattered, hidden away from the world, biding their time and rebuilding the power that had been broken so long ago. When the missive from the Queen had come--for the Royal Family would always know where the tribe lay hidden, and if times were dire enough the Shiekah would come to the crown's assistance even if it meant their extinction--he had been not only the sole volunteer, but the sole option for his people. He was one of the last, if not the only, full blooded males of the tribe. He had inherited almost all that remained of their arts. This journey into the world carried a dual purpose. Obviously he would serve the queen, and her mission would be first and foremost. 

And hopefully, along the way, he'd see a few ladies that caught his eye. Like the two who were present among the Queen's chosen. One of them had a rough streak in her, as almost immediately once they had been dismissed, she charged forward on some sort of personal business with Her Majesty. The guards were wary of her, and rightly so, but Seeker doubted she'd go so far as to assault a monarch in broad daylight.

The other woman, with longer hair that was slightly darker, also struck Seeker as a bit out of the ordinary. Both of these women had come armed practically to the teeth. Perhaps that was only good sense, given the kind of mission they had been selected for, but he'd never seen a lady with a halberd like that. He wondered how someone as thinly built as she could heft such a thing.

The others present didn't warrant near as much of his attention. An older man, more a scholar than a fighter, a fellow tattooed with the tribal designs of the Gorons, and...another member of a race that the land had not seen too often over the past years.

[i]A male Gerudo? Surely not...He's probably just tan from living near the desert, or being outdoors a lot...but the shape of his facial features and his eyes...Hm.[/i]

The maybe-Gerudo boy had a brief scene with the guards; from Seeker's point of view it seemed like he'd almost reacted on instinct, or else was trying to put on some bravado, and it could very well have gotten him killed. Though, from the way he moved, it [i]did[/i] seem like he might know his way around a fight...

But now they were leaving, and there was no time to pay attention to the others. His objectives came first. He rose and bowed in the servile manner of his people to the Queen.

"As you will it, Your Grace." he said, before turning and striding along with the others towards the doors. Out of habit he synced his footsteps and movements with the others around him, erasing the sounds of his stride with the echo of theirs and standing in a blind spot behind the person in front of him.

The castle's halls and stairs soon gave way to bright sunlight as the group moved out into the courtyard, and from there on to their business. Seeker approached the fiery woman from earlier as she mounted one of the horses and seemed to take charge over the group. Now that he was out of the grand hall, his courtly manner was instantly usurped by his real personality.

"Yeah, let's get this show on the road!" he whooped, flashing Lydia a smile as he acrobatically leaped and flipped through the air onto a mount of his own, standing vertically in the saddle with ease even as the horse neighed and rocked a little bit to adjust itself to the unusual weight. He bowed with a flourish of one hand. "The name's Seeker, of the proud and mighty Shiekah!" Still smiling, he looked at her and gave a flirtatious wink. "Might I know the name of the beauty I'll be working with?"