Though a silence claimed the nobles in the room, Aark remained steady with how the shadow under their visor radiated the weight of an expecting stare. The reactions of the occupants was priceless in a way the young lord was not entirely prepared for or wanting as it was made clear after a few palpable seconds that seemingly [i]nobody[/i] was certain why they were even there. This detail was...disappointing. Aside from the apparently shoddy security of Castle Drakengard, their question was bolstered with merely more holes in the story, quickly convoluting what they had hoped was a simple meeting with an air of espionage. Aark remained quiet even after the awkward stumbling of admittance that no foreigners were even invited, expecting someone to laugh or be given some cue from the King that this was some kind of joke. Every second twisted screws of anger into the knight until [i]thankfully[/i] the Queen finally spoke. Aark obliged her with the letter and subsequently turned on their heel to follow suit with her Isparian kinsman by leaving. Having some time to walk around the table, they measured a response for the queen with as much direct tact as their waning patience would allow. [color=8882be]"Eit iz memorized, be my guest. I vould very much like to hear an explanation, tomorrow, as to why I walked half way around zee verld to be made a mockery ouf,"[/color] they began before sighing loudly while composing themselves to turn back to the local royalty and bowing their head to the king and queen respectively. [color=8882be]"King Alexander, Queen Vali, I szank you deeply for your hospitality,"[/color] they offered in a slightly defeated tone before turning and leaving. Outside, the bustle of the courtyard had thankfully died down enough so that Aark did not have to look too far before spotting the giant of a man chillaxing under a nearby tree. The pace the knight held in their gait as they approached Nebel hinted to a clear agitation though without any urgency. [color=8882be]"[b][[/b]Kinsman. Come. We are drinking and I am buying, if this confused land will take my gold, that is. There is much to hold palaver, concerning.[b]][/b]"[/color] Aark merely barked in Isparian in his direction, gathering it was the only language they could reliably use to converse with him. With a quick and somewhat impatient beckoning gesture, they started off into town to hopefully [u]sus out the nearest and cleanest pubs Drakengard had to offer[/u].