Soren watched over Emra's shoulder as she explained her strategy to him via the blueprints of the ballroom. He listened intently, memorizing every detail she gave him, even as sporadic as it was. His mind returned to her earlier comment, as it finally grabbed his attention.

"Your riddle?" He asked, genuinely interested. "What sort of riddle do you have other than trying to keep our young princess safe?" It was clear that Soren was more of a physical sort, instead of a philosophical one.

He returned to the floor under the slight glare of Emra, though he continued to pick up jars and examine their contents.