Surprisingly enough it was not the sound of battle or the crashing of hovercraft that woke Errald, but the taste of smoke. Blinking the sleep from his eyes he rose from small cot upon which he had been sleeping and slowly looked around for the source of the taste. Suddenly Errald froze, gaze locked upon the senate building, the center of the chaos. The view from his small apartment didn't let him see the full scene but he was able to watch as soldiers slaughtered the guards. 

Barely two minutes later Errald was sprinting down the street, still fiddling with the clasps on his cuirass.