"...You were saying?" Owain muttered to Nagi as the circle of sharp pointy spears closed in around them. His hand drifted right back to his sword's hilt. "Don't question the sword hand, comrade. I have sworn a sacred oath to restrain it from any unnecessary heroics, but you may yet find yourself grateful that it remains ever vigilant!"

Big talk, sure, but Owain was well aware that he'd be very hard-pressed to hold off so many spear-wielders with a sword, should it come to that. So it was probably better it didn't. Mystletainn remained sheathed, and he moved forward without question at the guards' urging, although he eyed them all warily. And he was mostly positive the ant in front was the one who'd spit acid at him last time. Although it could've been the one next to it, or maybe--well, they all looked pretty much alike to him.

Being an Emissary of Peace wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Agitha's comment about the weapons was a welcome distraction. They really were very nice spears. "...Hmm, yes, indeed! I've never seen their like before... and I've seen a lot of weapons. Say," he addressed the nearest ant, "do you think I could have a closer look? Just for a minute? --Er, after you're done pointing it at us, of course," he added hastily.