Xen's eyes lifted slightly as Sadron entered the room, drawing the attention of everyone around him. He was a commanding man, although, like his kin, he was slender and graceful. Xen did his best not to draw attention to himself, wanting to gauge the personalities of those gathered around before making any haphazard attempt at communication. He saw a man who was dictating another's story, seemingly almost obsessed with the idea while the man speaking to him spoke very highly of himself. A woman fumbled with her books as she poorly attempted at socializing. In a weird way, she reminded him of himself when he was younger. Never knowing what to say or what was appropriate for the moment. His eyes passed over to another woman who was clearly a woman who gave no stock in the formalities, preferring information rather than that second helping of tea.

[b]Bang... Bang...[/b]

	Sadron's staff collided with the floor, sending ripples throughout the great hall. Xen himself leaned into his staff to gain a better bearing of himself before limping over closer to the center round table where the others had gathered. His own staff clicked across the marble floor before finding himself a suitable position. His green eyes fell upon Arandur, his eyes almost knowing in their age. Xen didn't fail to notice his discomfort when being pressed by The StoryTeller and the general disposition of the two present Triumvirate was less than ideal. Then again, if Sadron sought Xen out, something had to be incredibly distressing. He gave Arandur a slight nod of acknowledgment before tilting his head toward Sadron. It was not lost on him that Erudessa was missing. It was not within his character to jump to conclusions before having all the facts presented in front of him, but he sensed something was amiss.