Wallace's lips curled ever so slightly in a frown as the two stormed out, and he squinted to ascertain who it was although he had made guesses when he entered the room. "It's usually worse. Politics is dreary business but it makes the world turn," he chuckled at his own remark. "It's a rare day we get to hold a true celebration here, and for what it's worth the people put their all into it." Filler words as he considered the strings being pulled and set in the great hall. The smile on his face was slowly becoming more and more genuine as he tallied the repercussions of Thomas' handiwork. It was miraculous, he thought, that Lexine could do so much work even in death. Her counterpart had a lot to live up to, when he resurfaced. Recalling his position, he cleared his throat lightly and explained what the two had seen, in his own words. "That is, however, exactly what I was talking about. There is conspiracy afoot, and I'm sure everyone in this room has their own account and explanation for what happened. My advice to you is to stay well clear of it if you can. As regent, I cannot set aside friends or foes in looking for the aggressors."