"How did someone as dense as you survive so long?" Wallace spat, his head jerked and fell slightly forward, leaving even less distance between the two men. His vision returned, he was done, the letter had shown him enough and he knew judgment lay at the tower. Thomas would sort himself out, as he always did. Worry fluttered away from him. "Look around you. Where is my guard? What's happening while you play the fool and squabble exactly like I made you to? For the moment, this is no longer between us. I've got what I wanted, I can tell just looking at you." Slowly, Canti's expression contorted, a slimy, mocking smile took hold of him. "Let's go to the Tower then. I will watch you kill yourself when we get there." He lifted his hands from the glass, offering them out to Thomas as he eyed him smugly. They were all perfectly safe to veer on the side of reason. He knew what the man in front of him would do, needed it to happen. It was refreshing to have someone he could be open with, but Thomas had no ears for him at the current. It was a shame, because it had been the last chance. Briefly, he wondered what Karl Leid had been planning before his vision refocused on Thomas. He couldn't tell if he loved or hated having someone like him around.

---

As Sir Pyp charged forward, the man's sword came up in one hand. The swift motion flung his short cloak back across his shoulders, revealing the clean cut white shirt and black uniform trousers beneath. He maneuvered the tip deftly, locating his foe's sword mid-swing. He slowed the blade, holding only the slightest contact as he veered to his foe's right side with the rolling steps of a light fighter. The other man's speed was impressive, not the kind of clunky knight he'd come to Keilaudrin expecting but quite like the men he'd fought beside for years. Pyper caught him in his turn, and he was shoved back, having just enough space between him and the battlements to catch on one foot before he careened backwards at the hips over the wall. He turned, desperately stopping himself and managing to straddle the battlements some distance down the line from the knight. He leaned over, giving a reassuring hand-wave to below before looking back at Pyper. "Are all of you backwater knights so jumpy?" He asked, catching his breath from the shock that nearly toppling had been. He brought his wall-side leg up and prepared to dismount the wall the long way in case the knight charged him again. "Send her over before the Yellows get here," he man said with an encouraging nod of his hood-veiled head.

Feril had been slowly creeping up the stairs anyway, peaking her head around the bend sheepishly at each step to figure out what was taking the knight so long. Each step seemed to grow more rickety as she neared the top, and eventually she froze as the first sliver of the walls crept into view through the door frame up ahead. Nothing was visible, but she could hear a commotion and talking and decided to keep well back from whatever was happening on the walls. It did her no good to assume that she was the 'her' being referred to. There was no running, however, she knew she'd made enough noise to be heard and running down the stairs in the dark was out of the question unless things had deteriorated to the point where suicide was her best option. Feril grimaced.