He looked up at the voice, and smiled his usual charming smile. "I thank you, Lord Aksel," Daven said with a slight bow of humility. "All for the glory of the Arbor, of course. I hope they will hear of the tournament... though the joy of it was short-lived." Daven sighed. "A dark business, this matter of the princess. It seems more like something out of one of your Northron songs than anything to happen on the shores of Summerhall."