Wallace Canti stepped down from in front of the throne as the regular guard shuffled into the room from behind him and a few of their investigators began to ask around. He strode down the room, his dark blue coat trailing behind him as he swiftly made for the exit. A sight on his left stopped the man, a younger man propped against the wall and looking despondent. He recognized the youth as the one who had been conversing with Karl Leid in this room, when he had pulled Lexine aside. Young, faithful Lexine, the tin soldier. Such a shame she hadn't been at the feast, otherwise his job would have been easier. "Say now, that's no expression for youth to be wearing. Are you hurt, lad?" He offered a hand down to the boy, aiming to help him stand. What he had now was a front row seat to hard earned anguish and turmoil, but something was off. Unexplained absences. Perhaps someone who had an even closer seat than he would have the answers, although, he doubted anyone had seen Karl Leid in the past day.