Jazdia was the one who did not kneel. 

The king tolerated her antics although a glint of annoyance could be observed in his eyes. But the same couldn't be said to one of the king's bodyguards who invited her to have this audience. Jazdia could feel the glare of the orc knight bore through her skull, and maybe, just maybe it was only a matter of finding the right moment for her to summon other guards and have the elf executed.

It was only when the King demanded them to be at ease Jazdia would follow that will to the letter, instinctively taking the time to review her behavior. The situation was already intense, and Jazdia pondered if the act of withholding her prideful ideals was really worth it. 

So, it would be in her best interest to let the others speak first. Though, she would have preferred to have the chamberlain bring them something to sit to... And some refreshments, come to think of it, weren't they all the guests here?

One of the guests was a burly man with an imposing figure. Dressed like a druid, walked like a druid, and smelled like a druid. A [b]Druid[/b] for those who fancy integral classification of magic application and keen enough to spot the difference. For the average people though, not sure if he was a very hairy man or a bipedal bear. 

"[color=7bcdc8]I'll do what I can-- jus..please, do what ya can too.. Don' go ta war...[/color]"

The man said solemnly. Now there was an interesting interchange. [i]Don't go to war[/i]... such an honest plea, just what the common folk needed, but seldom wanted thanks to that pesky thing called politics.