Grey Onyx
Grey nodded curtly to the Archmage. He'd be sure to carry out his orders. "anything else, Sir?" He asked, arching a brow. He thought nothing of his directives, they were all reasonable enough... But they were mostly just mundane. When Leith asked him about how he'd been, his expression soured for a moment... Well, he hadn't been great. But it wouldn't do him any good to complain, now would it? "I've been better." He said simply, preferring to just drop it. Once people started to crowd around, Grey rolled his eye. He could tell that the old man didn't want to deal with this nonsense right now... and who could blame him. He wasn't ordered to, but he simply shook his head and put himself inbetween him and the diplomats. "Alright, alright. One at a time." He then tried redirecting as many of them as he could to other staff, insisting that they'd be better served elsewhere. And where words failed, 'The glare' didn't.
There was... One, however. A woman, obviously a vampire. She just... strode by him while he was busy with the others. He approached, hearing her introduce herself as Leith left. He gave him a light wave as he passed, shaking his head... This woman... There was something about her, something he didn't trust. Something beyond the vampire thing. Though to be fair, you should never trust a Djarken Baron. He stepped between her and the Archmage, holding up a hand. He remembered the reports, random vampire nobody'd heard of approaches Khan, and then suddenly demons? Well, here we had another random vampire nobody'd heard of approaching some other College elite. Well, they'd have to go through him first. "I'm afraid the Archmage is not here to speak to diplomats. I can attempt to help you with whatever problem it is you're having..." He said, politely. And if she tried to get around him? He'd be... less polite.