Putting her hand on Strikers arm Azara smiled to him. "I know it's your job love. And yes you do take it seriously. A little bit to seriously I would say. You know I can take care of myself. But come walk with me. We must go to our seats." Slipping her hand into the crook of his arm the two began to walk through the crowd. The two of them seemed to float as they walked, they were so graceful.

As they walked Striker kept a tight grip on the sword strapped to his side and his eyes roamed the crowd for any potential danger. "I don't see why we had to come here Azara. We could have stayed home." Striker whispered quietly to her.

Azara glanced at her companion out of the corner of her eye and smiled. "Of course we had to come. We were invited." Continuing to walk Azara gathered her composure and stopped smiling.