Voices were heard from the stranger- He leaned against the door without making a sound. 
[i]Some upstanding people I see...[/i] Rather than call them out, he merely listened in a bit. 

One of the voices sounded familiar- just masked a bit, and this bothered him. He was not one for being stalked or followed. 
[i]Hmm... Sounds like two yuppies speaking, except one seems spooked... I bet it was the radio conversation he was listening to... It has to be a "he" based on the voice. I can always rest later... But it would be amusing to unlock the door and sneak out the back window."WHERE DID HE GO!?" [/i] He internally chuckled as he was in thought analyzing the situation. 

There was a small click on the door that could be heard by Hitori and Dren. It sounded like someone was about to exit, yet no one came out. To them it could seem like an invention. 

Regardless if he chose to enter, he was already at street level- He had already left. 

"Returning to extraction." The male spoke in his communication device. 

"Alright. Over and out." A lady responded. 

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In the Castle, there were several individuals giving gifts to the Princess, in which case some of them were rather plain dresses to unusual patterns that did not impress- but She no less expressed gratitude. 

"It would have been nice if an Oracle arrived." A man in a grey and white garb walked forth- he had unusual metallic boots that were particularly spiky at toes. His hair was slicked back into curls- it could however be inferred his hair was normally spiked at a medium length.  

"Sir Daironus, Judge under the Grandanian Throne and councilor of Foreign affairs. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Spoke the queen. She seemed rather surprised to see someone so far from the east to come on such a day as this. The princess however seemed uneasy based on how her eyes could not seem to fix onto him. 

"My lady, I've come on behalf of the Throne, the councilmen and women, the good country, and it's people to formally wish a happy evening upon this fine Princess who is worthy of the Baton for this fine kingdom." He smirked as he held a sword, holding it in it's diamond sheathe. 

Beatrix walked over casually as The Judge held it out to her, grasping it before taking it over to Princess Garnet. 

"Quite a lovely sword..." Garnet mumbled, somewhat uneasy around weapons. 
"Do not mistake it for an ornament. It is quite sharp, the general would be able to train you effectively. She who has slain over a hundred of the world's finest men in war." He smirked sharply. 

"The legends are not as everyone always exaggerates them to be- Your grace." There was an uneasiness that projected off of Beatrix to this man. 

"None the less. You're a powerful women. But I'm not here to just give a sword and a bow to everyone."

"You're here for an Oracle that does not show itself." The Queen interrupted. 
"That is true, and quite perceptive. Truly a worthy -" 

"Don't sit here and mock me and pretend I can't see through here you slave mongering man! Even if there was an Oracle here on such a day, no one would present one in your presence. You'd just have a crew of slavers waiting for when he or she leaves to take them back to your [i]Lavish[/i] country. And I won't have that attitude in my kingdom. Trading materials in fine, but not trading lives." Brahms smile went into a sour expression that emanated a fierce aura. 

"I... I see." The Judge seemed to be at a lack of words.

The Queen simply smiled. "Bow and be on your way." 
The Judge somewhat rattled as he did just that. 

"I'll not have my daughter be exposed to such a toxic society and way of living. No daughter of mine." Brahne exclaimed as he was out of ear shot. 

"My lady. Tantalus should be arriving within the hour." Beatrix spoke as her working eye shifted from the doorway to the Queen. 

"Hear that Garnet? The tension will be gone soon, and we can laugh and cry at a performance that truly is said to be worthy of praise."

"But mother, remember when critics praised ' Bogarat and the Lonely Man'?"
"We don't speak of that in any circumstance, [i][b]ever[/b][/i]..." The Queen frowned as if her face became a lemon at the thought of such an abhorrent performance. They however were expecting a grand one.