Cylus made sure to keep an eye on the prince since he’d arrived. Even as he introduced himself and got to know those in his new unit, he continued to keep a watchful eye. Cylus didn’t lay claim to being from any one nation in the Concilium because he was a part of its fighting force. The way he saw it; everyone in the Concilium were his responsibility to defend, especially ruling bodies. 


So, naturally, Cylus took notice when Jarde left the area with the outlaw, Taka. Thael followed not far behind. He realized that this was a good decision - As they passed through the Varjo encampment Cylus took notice of their warriors preparing for battle. While they are always ready for a fight, this seemed out of place. The swordmaster moved his left hand to rest on the hilt of his blade as he made he way through the camp, behind the Prince. 


The sound of the camp wasn’t a quiet one, if the Prince and outlaw were having a conversation there was no possible way Cylus would hear it - the sound of chatter and metal clanking against metal was simple too much. As the duo entered the tent Cylus briefly lost sight of them. He made his way in, quickly. He found that there was a new member to the group, making it a trio. They were being challenged by several Varjo warriors, weapons drawn. 


Seeing the danger Cylus moved quickly. To the trio it probably would seemed that he’d materialized, the warriors would have seen him coming. He drew his sword, casually, and said “There’s no need for violence, my friends. This is Prince Jarde of Ereb - you would do to not harm him lest you feel the wrath of the Concilium.” He spoke casually because he didn’t feel that he needed to use any sort of intimidating voice.