Pox took off his hat and lowered his beak in a respectful little bow when he was addressed.  [color=green]"At your most esteemed service my liege.  Tis a honor to be recognized and a pleasure to work under your banner again."[/color]  He looked back up, lenses showing nothing to everyone, but one imagines he was smiling behind the cold bits of glass and leather.  He kept the hat folded down near his waist, and then waited to be addressed again.

It wasn't Pox's place to speak in this instance, he was among royals, and more importantly, he was among his clients.  Interposing in such matters without proper permission simply would not do.  Pox wasn't a savage after all.  It is manners that separate men from beasts.  But while he didn't speak, he did listen, gleaning what he could from the exchange.

The elf, Illyarion.  It was good to know that the warrior knew that safety and security was more important than allowing essentially civilians to go into battle.  Pox knew first hand that these were wicked and bloody affairs.  All wars were, but there was subtle differences in the hells you can be a part of.  He nodded his approval slightly with him challenging the Grand Marshal's decision, subtly quing that yes, dont make them fight.  The less people involved, the better.  Preferably there would be no fighting at all, but then he might be out of a job. 

The Knight Maryvale.  She seemed competent, she stood tall proud, full of confidence in the trials ahead.  There was a familial bond, and the Marshal saw fit that his daughter was ready for the task at hand.  Pox could detect that there was a bit of sadness to this, worry.  That was to be expected, but he was a man of duty.  Maybe the king figured his daughter was to be a true ruler one day and not someone's spouse on the throne.  It was a wise if dangerous lesson.

The Princess joined her knight in telling everyone of her readiness.  The poor dear, if only she knew, she would not be so eager on this fools errand.  Still, Pox kept his lip shut tight on that.  She had a kindness to her though, and that was something he held onto to encourage him to stay fixated on his duties.  Seeing her come to harm would break his heart.  She'd be a wise leader.

The marshal addressed him and he immediately straightened up, fulling facing him. [color=green]"A most esteemed of honors my lord Grand Marshal."[/color]  he listened carefully to his expectations.  [color=green]"My lord Marshal, I've watched over entourages in a dozen petty battles.  I will keep lasting harm far and away from both these brave young ladies as well as any valiant lords whom are gracious enough to accompany them so that there are as many sheilds that stand between them and the dangers ahead as possible."[/color]The Grand Marshal spoke of Maryvale's gifts and he nodded with a gentle understanding.  [color=green]"There is nothing that she can do to herself that I cannot fix.  Rest well my Lord Grand Marshal.  The Apothecaries will continue to provide the service you expect."[/color] Always sunshine and flowered words with this one it seems.

When finally excused, he would bow again and place the hat upon his head.  [color=green]"What a delight."[/color]  He would say, perhaps slightly louder than he intended.