Thomas halted, and in unison, the Order knights behind him halted, "Stand down, corporal. We are here for the Regent, Wallace Canti. This does not concern you, or your men." Thomas commanded, Harmony hanging loosely in his hands as he talked, it's pale milk-like blade glinting in the lighting of the hallway. The rest of the Order knights were not yet armed, put their hands traced over their respective weapons, ready for anything to happen. The relations between the Palace Guard and the Order of the Thistle had never been good, each often have different agendas. The Palace Guard was focused on keeping order and protecting the Palace walls, whereas the Order's sole priority was to protect the King. 

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Pyper quickly made his well to the cells, unlocking the first door, before making his way down to Feril's cell door. He pulled his key out, unlocking the cell door, and stepped into the cold cell, "Feril. I'm Sir Pyper. You need to come with me, please." Pyper said, looking around the room, making sure Feril was the only one. It would be highly unlikely for someone else to be in the cells, but Pyper knew better than to trust the darkness of the cells, and the cells hallway, "You're going to be let free." He added, hoping this would spurn her to move faster, and cooperate.