Jezin's fist clenched at his side when the dockmaster denied his request. He considered trying to bargain with the man, bribing him, even inquiring about private agencies or smugglers that might be able to help, but any attempt would likely be useless. "Damn it... Damn it all." He nodded to Joseph. "Alright, thank you for your help." He turned on a heel and walked out, flanked by Alia and Jorun. The woman spoke up as they walked outside. "What will we do now? How long are we going to be stuck here?" Jorun interjected. "Probably a while, Alia. If they closed the port in the capitol I doubt this is something they'll be taking lightly." Jezin looked back at the pair. "We'll find some other way. Maybe a carriage could take us across the continent..." Alia spoke again, trying to maintain some hope in the bleak situation. No, Jezin thought, if martial law had been enacted they had no chance of escape. He cursed as they walked away from the dock, his spear still hanging at his side. Mullen had just become their prison.

 Sophia's eyes widened as she remembered the last gift the king had received. She had forgotten all about it after the other events of the night. She had never saw it's contents, but he had looked quite shaken. "Oh." Sophia stated, glancing around the room, hoping for Jezin's return. She turned her attention back to Feril. "No, I don't suppose so, the food is wonderful." She took another bite of the peach. She took a breath to answer the woman's question. "This was meant to be a diplomatic visit. I was to deliver a gift from Lyok, and hopefully discuss trade with the king. Unfortunately... all this happened." She looked a bit downtrodden for a moment. "It seems as if everything that could go wrong has."