'A knight' was perhaps the only information about the man she remembered. Maybe he had introduced himself, but the incident on the wall between him and the guardsmen had taken her attention far more than the specifics of the man handing her money and rope. The cloak he had been wearing was the most solid evidence. After a moment's contemplation, Feril replied in a voice just over the din of the great hall. "I think it was a knight from the Order. I really don't remember much but he was in quite a rush to get me out so I don't know if it was very official, considering he gave me a rope and told me to scale the walls. There was another man outside who was from the regular guard, I didn't get a chance much to talk with him but he told me the way to the nearest inn." Now that she was recounting the information, the smaller gaps started to fill themselves in. The crowd in the room was starting to boil down, perhaps the guards were finally getting word out or they had come to some semblance of agreement. As the din died down to conversational noise, she looked expectantly around the group, hoping for some positive sign from the others that she'd been helpful. It didn't seem like much to the courier but she figured they knew something themselves.