As Corraidhìn stood awkwardly in the crowd of people he realized what a grave error he had made. This was no mere assassination that he had dropped in on. He had hoped that the man in black was a humble assassin that he could eliminate and possibly gain the king's trust, but he was obviously more important than that. Two more people, and the guards that would most likely drag him to the chopping block had appeared since he had dropped down. Suddenly the woman across the room materialized two green liquids from her pockets. Quickly he realized that the only way he would make it out this fight without being skinned would be to choose a side. "Damn these Holyoke politics! Who are the bad guys?" he asked over top of the calling voices. "It sounds as if you're all fighting over who gets to defend the king"