That was a damn shame, she thought, because there was no formal party coming. Her options were now breaking out or waiting for the rest of the company to break in.and hopefully not kill anyone along the way. Whether Thomas knew it was or not, he was trying to give her a death sentence. The transition was automatic, she knew what was coming and internally turned away from it. Wordlessly, Trinan slipped backwards, putting distance between herself and the knights. She swept up her cloak as she leaped atop the table. The smokey blue overgarment went around her shoulders, the front latch still open. She took one guiding step forward, and jumped across the circle towards Wallace and his captor, landing again atop part of the round table. The investigator stopped abruptly, still not producing a weapon but instead turning to face the larger crowd. The rules specifically stated that warning must be given before the application of force against civil bodies, and splitting hairs over what a bunch of knights were was beyond her, for it was the only restraint she had. Furious green eyes locked with Thomas, and she spoke quickly. "Call back your men, or," She tried desperately to recall the charter over the pulse pounding in the back of her head calling for blood, "I will apply due force to protect the sovereignty of Keilaudrin and its rightful king Bard Urien II as is my charter as an executor of the peace." Trinan jerked her head and spat, her distaste for the jargon leaving a poor taste after the words. She looked back to the knights, eyes now calm and searching among them as she gave the short version. "I'm not worth everyone in this room."