"Few would seek Redwyne's death. He was an honorable, predictable man." Even Wallace himself hadn't bothered to consider the man. He was well respected, enough to make the man nearly untouchable, and bar his devotion to protecting the king utterly uninvolved in the political quagmire of the court. The court itself was suspect, half of them had opposed the naming of the new king and only been silenced, perhaps not converted. The difference between him and them, however, was knowing the truth and wanting rid of it. "By the time the news broke of Lexine's death, Redwyne was already dead, which rules out the possibility of it being a retaliation. The discreteness of Redwyne's assassination also separates it from the publicity stunt that was Karl Leid's death." He stopped a moment to gather his words, and discern what to divulge. "I hesitate to call them unrelated, but I see two distinct plans at work here, one of them most certainly internal to this palace." As he spoke, the scanning of his eyes stopped and instead his eyes snapped over to and settled upon Gareth. "More than any Arcarti plot, or what have you, the people here are what make me worry. There are only a few people with enough power in this capital to simply snap their fingers and make Redwyne Cole die. You've probably met half the list in your time at the palace. You're correct, however. After Sir Thomas' outburst the only real evidence we have left is the lethal parcel itself. The postmaster of the Order would have handled it, which is precisely why I know nothing about the affair other than that Cole is dead."