The crowd on foot had proven difficult to negotiate, and even less populated with useful sources. The majority of them weren't affiliated with the court, but that was to be expected considering they [i] were[/i] the foot crowd. She shook her head, and momentarily reached for coat pockets that simply weren't there on the white shirt. An utterly exasperating experience, working here. Although, a man so damn reluctant fit the court of this country just fine, she figured. Ultimately, only one part of much larger design. Thankfully, a semi-familiar face soon emerged from the crowd. Some royal guard, Order of the Thistle, big name here in the Keilaudrin. Kingsblood something, Morgan. It amazed her how well she managed to keep track of the orders and houses of the south, growing up there probably helped train that in. She approached Thomas out of the crowd, what little space the man had around him. The fight was still in full swing on the runway, which was surprising in a way. It was the end of her route anyway, in a few minutes the two in ties would be meeting at the palace gates. She decided to stop for the moment. "Good work in the joust, I don't suppose you'll be entering the melee as well?" She asked, beginning the slow work towards asking if the man had seen Leid at all that morning.