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[color=aa0808][i]Unsettling, that Paladin is.[/i][/color] Nicomede mused watching Tyaethe push the bolt back out. Great that she wasn't hurt. Still pretty weird to watch a bolt get pushed out of someone without any visible effort. The situation was pretty well in hand for the moment but something still didn't feel quite right. If [i]he[/i] were planning it the Nem wouldn't have been much more than a distraction. A way to draw their focus elsewhere before the real assassin took their shot. Then again, he probably only felt that way because of how strange an attempt on the Princess' life it had been. This public venue was the best shot they would get, sure, but their methodology had still been strange. Unrefined. Covert tactics like that were distasteful in the extreme but their was still a [i]proper[/i] way to go about it if you actually wanted to get the job done, just like any other plan.

He hummed softly to himself, a single, extended note. Paranoia, maybe. But it's only paranoia when there isn't a real threat.

[color=aa0808]"No injuries,"[/color] He commented to Sir Fleuri, deciding that Tyaethe didn't [i]really[/i] count. The tip of his sword descended much more slowly than it had gone up, dropping from readiness into a relaxed grip at his side. Without an immediate danger it was more likely he'd jab someone by mistake moving among people indoors than reach an enemy. Plenty of time to change that if a threat presented itself. His wine glass left behind he took a few steps towards the Princess and Knight-Captain, sidestepping Gillian's barrier with an encouraging nod to the younger Knight. He had quick reflexes. They'd serve him well.

[color=aa0808]"Wonderful of you to keep your guests entertained, but such a show really was unnecessary Your Majesty."[/color] He said pleasantly, extending a hand to the Knight-Captain to help her up if she needed it. Wariness danced behind his eyes despite his done, carefully surveying the party [i]opposite[/i] where Sir Segremors had the Nem restrained. [i]If[/i] another attack was coming, and the Nem had just been a feint, that was the direction it would come from. [color=aa0808]"I have to apologize for spilling a little of that wine. Absolutely criminal use of such a vintage, but... Well."[/color]