Tarwin stood calmly back in line, watching the rest of the scene play out while at the same time attempting to determine if his actions had been, more or less, successful. On the one hand the Prince had rejected his idea to rally the nomads, this had been somewhat insulting for the spell sword as he himself was descended from them and was proud to be one, he spoke as if they knew nothing of honour and commitment to a single cause...To be fair though it was probably true, while his family and the groups familiar to him would likely side with him the rest would likely have gone with the highest bidder or rather the side that had the greatest chance of success and this was, of course, not the side that numbered less than 1000 elite warriors. On the other side it looked as though his 'offer' to take a command position was accepted, it may simply have been because the Prince was desperate but Tarwin knew that he had a foot in the door of leadership and that meant that if somehow they won the war he was near enough guaranteed a reward. All things considered it was a pretty good outcome.

When the insect-beast-creature...Thing. Burst into the war room Tarwin went quiet and decided to let the Prince handle things, mostly because he himself didn't fancy the job of reasoning with an obviously agitated, very dangerous and possibly psychic...Thing. As the cow-beast entered Tarwin felt that things were slowly sliding downhill in terms of both progress and sophistication, he was about to speak and try and restore some order when a third being entered the war room, this one a lot more human than the others, unfortunately he was bringing bad news. 

Tarwin followed the Prince out to the stable, he was still equipped for traveling as he hadn't really slowed down since his arrival. The horse he had 'acquired' while leaving the citadel was tied up away from the others the colours of the king had been stripped and instead it wore a simple saddle which allowed Tarwin to admire the beautiful shade of chestnut brown that covered it's body, he approached it cautiously, well aware it might harbour feelings of resentment after how he'd dealt with the previous rider. Thankfully it seemed the generous food helpings and care the steed had received in the pair's brief week long partnership had won it over, he quickly and gracefully leapt onto the horse's back and rode out with the Prince and the others to meet with the aggressors.