Almost as if on cue, the doors to the ballroom swung open. “Forgive the intrusion, your highness.” He said as he waded into the room. “I assure you, none of your men are dead, merely…” he paused, as if thinking for the best word. Sure he had rendered some unconscious, but had also used illusions to distract and trap others. “Incapacitated.” Estraexir finished. He glanced around the room. “My humblest apologies, Lords and Ladies, or whatever your preferred titles may be. I simply request an audience with the king. I assume the message has not yet reached your ears, as I’m sure you did not mean to offend. Speaking king to king of course.”