As Lucian appeared in the temporary headquarters, one half of the tent half drew swords before recognizing him, while the other half didn't stop, one man going so far as to point the tip of a short spear towards his neck.
Lifting his chin above the spear point, Lucian swept an appraising look at the nine others in the tent, and extended a light grasp onto the spear, pinching it between three fingers as he spoke. "Okay, not the best entry, that's on me."
The man with the spear tried pushing the point closer as Lucian pinched it, and they were each somewhat startled at the force the other held on the weapon. After a moment, the sound of crossguards hitting scabbards rang out on the other side of the tent.
"We've waited Lucian. I don't remember you being so tardy."
The spears withdrew and the Nalduri side of the tent too calmed down as Lucian responded to the handsome, noble-looking youth. "Be polite Theo, no one has more dirt on you than me."