In a corner of the room, Ixsiehn, a man adorned with light armor leaned against the wall with his arms crossed while the whole thing happened. He has unkempt platinum hair that reached his shoulders and crimson red eyes. He stood about 6' tall and was leanly built, His pale skin is a direct contrast to the black armor hes wearing. He glanced at Graymage and noticed he was glaring at him but he just dismissed it and turned to the other side. "What do you think, Surra?"

Beside him, a gorgeous woman stood, prepared to draw her sword at any moment. She has beautiful golden hair that is tied to a pony tail, she wore a silver platemail on a beautiful white dress, with armored plates on her arms and hips. "...you would know what I think Ix, we should remain alert".

"Heh, true enough..." he murmured as he looked back at the crowd.