Talk about Canti was fine and all but [i]he[/i] certainly wasn't going to the Tower to ask for answers. Something he feared to be nearly universal among the regulars of the guard, mostly because it resided in him, was the idea that patience was not the answer. The Order were doing whatever they pleased beyond the veil of the law and if their power extended even to the regent then something was gravely wrong with the responsibility afforded them. He consoled the dangerous thought with the thought that it was perhaps the rivalry between two esteemed protective organizations speaking in what must be a panic. What should have been a panic, two people had been killed apparently. His eyes clicked back from the doors to the trio of newcomers. His curiosity had been piqued, and frankly duty demanded it but the implications of the attack made him shy away from turning it into his business. "So what about this attacker of yours? Where is he now? Did you get a look at him or any clue to affiliation or identity? He won't get out of the palace but I've got to send this up so the guard can move on it," he asked, slightly nervous on the topic but driven to do something for them.

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So much for that. The investigator felt the political ramblings coming on, and her thoughts shifted back to business as Thomas began his tirade about rights and right. Morgan didn't have the answers she was looking for, he had been a useless risk but was, for the moment, an opening. Things were more complicated than she appreciated, if nothing else her sense of trouble had been agitated merely by the power struggle Thomas was seemingly engaged in. She knew nothing, and needed to know more. Disappear, that was the answer. It'd been poor fortune to arrive this night but if the palace kept on like this answers would become apparent from the outside. She looked around the room, taking in what few details were present. As silence took the room, she walked over to her emblem thrown on the table, and pocketed the patch. The action faced her to the corpse, and she was forced to contemplate that particular card on the spot. "No. I don't need it yet," she said, turning one her heel and walking away from the table to make straight for the door. "Take care," a dry remark that came impulsively as she rounded the corner, none of the parties in the room cared but that was what amused her.