Ten was a big number, "Why not five?" Micah asked and followed the king's Gaze to Kyra. What was she up to? Listening to the king, Micah smirked. "Perhaps..." he said softly and looked at the king. "Please excuse me for a moment, I think I'll go have a talk with her. Maybe I will need to lock her in my room while we continue our discussion." Micah said seriously as he stood, "I shall return shortly." he promised the king and bowed in respect before walking towards Kyra and his guard. Looking at her, he narrowed his eyes, having to play the part of the bad guy while the king was still there. "What seems to be the problem? I don't recall you being allowed to speak on this topic. The king and I are trying to work out this treaty to say what you must but quickly because I have business to attend to." he said seriously.