Lounging at her feet is a Magnificent Beast. Aslan himself, if Gwen is one to read fantasy, otherwise straight from the discovery channel. He yawns as they enter, fangs gleaming bright and sharp, and amber eyes on the new entrants.
Aiden starts and reaches across his shoulder - for but an instant, before catching himself. Coradel as an archer herself may recognize the grasp for a bow that isn't there. But, the Baron smoothly changes the motion into a hand pressed to his chest, and a bow.
"Lady Coradel, thank you for receiving myself and my ward. Though she is known to some of yours, allow me to also introduce Fledge Gwen Locklear, Spearmaiden of Silverwolf."