Talia Kristan-Seda Would have her slender fingers wrapped around the newly forged staff. Her icy orbs would be glancing over it's beauty as she heard the heavy foot-steps of her brother walking down the Throne room. Her vision would shift to Cale then glaring into the direction of Vayne. "You're late... Brother.." She said in a rather stern voice. "You know I don't like to be kept waiting." She would release the Bakuran staff with one hand whilst gripping it firmly with the other. "Cale. Stand next to your Uncle. I believe their are some reunions to be dealt with." She would use the gripping hand to slam the bottom of the staff onto the hard ground of the Throne podium.