Iabor raised a brow at Azmun when he set his hand on his swords, he knew what the contracts meant for Daemons. So he didn't make any move for his own weapon on his back, seeing as he'd just make an ass out of himself. Instead he withdrew himself, and laughed at Azmun's comment about Janette, and Jason pissing green. When Allistair told them to come in he did so immediatly not wishing to waste the elders time. Though he looked at the mind daemon with a great look of distrust, as he personally felt those that could tamper with ones mind were not to be trusted; Whether they were under contract or not. He quickly took a seat in between three empty seats slightly sitting back, and listening to the elders words. 

He soon asked," [i]Alistair are you suggesting death, if the king is unwilling to back down, or explain himself?[/i]"

He wished to know just how much force they were to use on the king of Jelmarch, as he didn't wish to see a land without it's leader. As that would leave the city in a state of great turmoil, something else that the order could not afford. His thoughts then turned to the land of Gjern, as he'd been to it once in it's heyday he'd found it to be a bustling city with life with great trade, and found himself quite the fortune then selling some of his armors, and trinkets. As he never made swords or weapons for anyone, but those that worked with the order. Though he used some of that fortune to obtain better metals, and make better weapons for the templar that truly needed them. While the rest he set aside in case of emergency. When he saw a funny little man known as Malvo walk in his brow raised in interest, his eyes soon wandering to the crow.