Sat at the end of a large feasting table, Legetus saw Alice step in, beside her the two escorts. At one end of the hall, he saw his son casually picking at his nails, his twin sister next to him, kneeling on the ground, picking between three different dresses, badgering him on which one she should wear, getting a half-hearted response that only annoyed her.
"Trito," Legetus called out to his son, making him look up. "Velacena." Calling to his daughter as well, he saw her show an annoyed expression. "Leave, please." He didn't understand why his children had decided to hang around the hall to choose clothes, and while he usually laughed and enjoyed watching their childish bickering that didn't match their ages, he needed them gone. Sensing the difference in him, they complied, saying nothing, picking up the dresses and leaving.
He turned back to the three arrivals, his gaze flicking between Randolf and Elva. "You two may leave as well."
