just after the little fight, one of the others, and older elf, spoke. up. "Samsul, you're horrible at jokes." He said bluntly. Samsul nodded and continued his talking. Many of the conversations were about the princess, since he was the closest one to her, he would know her the best. What he did know about her, he told them, and spoke very highly of her. Some of them asked what it felt like to lead the remains of the race, and although he wasn't the head just yet, he did feel like it. He tried to explain it to the best of his abilities, but he wasn't known for having a way with words, so it didn't come out like he wanted to.

When the door opened, only Kala had noticed that the princess was looking in, and the elven woman nudged Samsul's shoulder to get his attention before pointing at the door. "Anastasia is here. It looks like we kept you too long from you duties." She was surprisingly calm about it, and didn't make a joke about how he constantly worked. Samsul nodded and looked over at her. Although he was going to speak, Kala looked at Anastasia as well and smiled. "We tried to loosen him up for you, but it seems he'll only take a break if ordered to, and since he's the head, we can't do that. It's nice to meet you, princess." She bowed lightly and gave Samsul a 'light' push towards Anastasia.