Wallace listened to the man's story with an idle look, occasionally looking aside to his papers and trying to piece things together. He had known about Lexine's death, but the actual details were more disconcerting. Then Thomas mentioned that she'd gone for a weapon in her boot, and a faint smile crossed his face. Not disconcerting, promising. Silence fell as Thomas finished his recounting, and Wallace was content to sit in it for a few moments as he mulled over the information he now held. What a coincidence, that Harker was among the list of names Thomas remembered meeting, why, he'd met one himself just after the festivities came to an end. Wallace stood up once more, done thinking. "Sir Jezin Tremora, before the court if you would." He saw the Lyoki delegation entering the hall, and deeply hoped he was correct in identifying the bodyguard. Things needed to get moving quickly. He reached along the table, taking up a handful of papers and a certain controversial billfold in one hand and sliding them over to his spot. "And you, Sir Thomas. Tell me about Tristan. She was carrying some peculiar information on her, what did you learn from your search of the body?"