A trio of guardsmen were all that remained in the Great Hall, standing their silent guard before the king's table at the head of the room. Each man was garbed in the standard of the palace guard, rust colored brigandine. The fact that there were only three was a bit of an oddity, but it was testament to the priority of the palace guard placed on an empty room. The place was silent as a tomb for the first time it had been in days, and although it had yet to be cleaned up and organized the disheveled room still seemed eerily empty to the men who were stationed there for the entirety of the night. There had been sightings of cloaked strangers on the walls and in the corridors, and word of The Order's march on the regent had gotten around but there was little desire to retaliate and a few of the officers swore up and down that Canti had instructed them not to. Of course, everything three guys stuck in the great hall had heard from passing runners was hearsay. The appearance of strangers at one of the far doors immediately won the attention of each of them, their heads snapping up towards [i]something[/i] when their entire night had been nothing. A quick exchange of shoulders convinced the man at the lead of the group to break off and walk towards the newcomers, calling out to them as he closed. "The palace grounds are closed.state your... What happened to you lot?" His tone shifted from official and impatient to alarmed as he looked over the trio, the surprise apparent on what little of the guard's face was visible under his helmet and coif.