Gnolls in power armor pat down and scan every warlord for explosives before the council convenes.
A trio of gnolls in power armor clomp into the production facility waiting room and order Carl, Princess Donut and Ferdinand not to move. One pats Carl down rapidly and runs a scanner over him, asking whether he has explosives on his person; another clears Donut. Carl notes with interest that the guards wear the same outfits they wore up on the space station despite being planetside.
When Carl asks whether the other warlords are getting the same treatment, the gnoll grins and confirms it — the orc's shouting almost made the whole shitshow worthwhile, and it is sweeter still now that he is a king rather than a prince. The third guard, Neelii, has to chase Ferdinand into a corner before Donut talks the cat down; Ferdinand claims only claws as weapons and is scanned clear. The guards clank out without another word.
The Syndicate's precaution against a warlord walking into the council carrying a bomb.