Sophia strode across the floor of the now deserted Great Hall. It seemed grimly appropriate that a place that had been so lively now felt more like a crypt than a hall for celebration. She looked up towards the guard as he approached, pushing her hair out of her face. "We were attacked, sir." She shook slightly, trying to recount the events of the night without breaking down. "A man attacked us shortly after the commotion earlier. He... he killed two men. Sir Walden, of the Order of the Thistle... and my bodyguard, Jezin Tremora." Sophia's strain to compose herself was apparent, her voice shaking ever so slightly. She looked up towards what she could see of the man's face. "We were lucky to escape with our lives." Eva remained a few steps behind the Princess, allowing the girl to explain the situation.