Before the queen is able to object, he's gone, Qippert and Clarence behind him. After a second, Clarence peeks back in, "Boys? Mind if we grab you for a second? And yes," he nods, "even you Werzo. Don't worry, manual labor's not involved."
Werzo scowls, reluctantly following Reid, Tucker, Jace and Booker out of the room. The chancellor glances around the suddenly estrogen-filled room.
He clears his throat. "I shall keep an eye..." he exhales, "...on them. See what..." another large gulp, "...I can do."
Queen Ravan begins to follow him but the chancellor stops her, "Please... your Majesty..." he inhales deeply. "Stay here. Your safety..."
"I think it best - "
"No..." he's firm. "I will... watch over..." another gulp of air, "...the Fychu."
"Yes," she acquiesces. "Alright."
"Thank you," a deep exhale and he turns for the door.