Reynault passed his papers over to the guard and followed the others. With Ajax's bridle in one hand, he went to the guard. "Please have someone take him down to the stables and take good care of him." The guard grunted in either agreement or resentment, Reynault couldn't tell. 

Reynault was starting to regret wearing his armor that day. While it was made of the finest Stahlberg steel, it wasn't exactly designed for sitting down. Or going to the bathroom. Or really anything that didn't involve bashing people in the face without getting bashed in the face yourself. He mentally kicked himself for not changing when he had the chance and entered the large banquet hall. As stated earlier, there were goblets of wine waiting for everyone. Reynault took off his helmet and helped himself to a drink. Easing into a chair (while trying to make as little noise as possible. And failing.) he waited for the others to grab their drinks before trying to mingle.