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[indent][color=gray][b]Isinu[/b][/color] entered the dining room alongside several others, but lingered near the entrance so he could scan the room. He stood still in his armor, seeming almost lifeless if it weren't for the periodical slight turn of the head to follow the newest entrant to their seat. As more invitees became acclimated, he could feel the arrogance in the room gradually amass. He had already assumed there would be tension in the group, but saw this as an opportunity for [b]Lancelot[/b] to legitimize his leadership by uniting this many powerful and forceful people around the table.

Having enough of his own superficial first-impressions, [color=gray][b]Isinu[/b][/color] sought his own seat. He was weary of the ability of the chairs to support his weight, but thought it rude to not properly partake in his new lord's first gathering. Now, it merely became a matter of where he should put himself. He did not intend on socializing much, but did not want to entirely exclude himself either. 

Finding some odd compromise, [color=gray][b]Isinu[/b][/color] took his place in the most densely-populated area of the room. The petite woman who seized the chair across him had distanced herself from the table so that her back was against the wall. 

Although he was sure the feast was delicious enough to somewhat bring together his new peers, he ultimately gave the food little attention. He could not eat it even if he wanted to.

Rather, he sat still, staring at her across the room through his unmoving face.[/indent]