Braiden took the chance for a hasty escape, making a mental note to get that man a bonus of some kind. He almost felt bad for ditching Kalem when there was obviously something important to him that needed attention. Almost. This was important, too, and only wouldn't matter if the world ended within the week. In that case, he would apologize to Kalem for pushing him off for an hour or two while he handled something that clearly didn't matter in the face of the total annihilation of everything. Since it seemed unlikely that was the case, he wasn't terribly worried.
The room in question wasn't far, and he never knocked to go in there. That did once result in him walking in on one of his guards and one of his servants in flagrante delicto, but he found that amusing rather than offensive, and after making sure neither was supposed to be working, he sent them off with just a warning not to do that in any of the public rooms, no matter what time it was or where he was supposed to be or not be. He suggested a linen closet would be a better place, actually. Or the wine cellar. At least his experience with finding suitable places for that had some use these days. Cady wasn't much for that sort of thing, and why bother when there was a perfectly good bed with perfectly good privacy near at hand anyway?
As usually happened when he walked into a room (at least in this building), everyone turned to look, and he wore his pleasant, cheerful smile. "Ser Maire, It's good to see you again." The charm turned to eleven, he moved in to take her hand and greet her first, as a token of his relative familiarity with her. "That dress looks wonderful, it's a good color for you." None of this was a snub to anyone else in the room, of course, it was an opportunity for Maire to act as a broker for introductions, something that gave her a tiny bit of status in the room that she wouldn't otherwise have.