They were in the middle of unstructured classroom group solitude when the agent escort arrived, let up by security but unexpected by the teacher. He entered through the rotunda double doors in an officially unintimidating suit, a presentation which made Toller duly suspicious. When Princess Soleil had given him her special seal, he’d studied her uncertainty, and weighed it against his road wisdom to understand what amount of trouble might come with this decision to make a visible exception of himself. The amount of trouble would be greater than none, yet so far socially he’d encountered the ease of an honored guest and a welcome addition, even with the young Princes. Now on his third day in class, here came the trouble, in a suit disguised as subtle though actually equipped and wired, as the observant eye noted.