The name 'Sparhawk' is just barely familiar enough; 'Elenia' is what pushes it all the way and Ewar reassesses what he's witnessing in a moment, stoic and a little wary. He knows a dismissal when he hears one, but considering the last time the Lord was alone with one of those men he came back limping and bloody-

Well, he's a little reluctant just to leave them to it, and equally reluctant to question Martel about it in front of him. He might not entirely trust the aristocracy to look after themselves, but neither is he going to call his Lord an idiot who goes around picking fights he ought not be picking in front of anyone else.

"Your highness," he greets Sparhawk in turn, respectfully, watchfully.