After a slamming of doors and quick running, a fully armored knight of the Order of the Thistle barged into Great Hall. The knight was instantly recognizable as Sir Tyler. Tyler seemed to be panting, as if he had just completed a long run, but that wasn't the most noticeable thing about him. Tyler's breastplate was ripped completely open, with blood still dripping from the crease that was ripped into his breastplate. Scratches donned his entire armor, and there were cuts on his chiseled face. Tyler glanced around the room, clutching at his breastplate as he walked forward. Tyler soon caught a glance of Sophia, the princess he was suppose to guard, and Gareth, which caused him to smile, "Thank the Gods." Tyler mumbled as he managed to stumble towards the pair. It was obvious the man was wounded, but it didn't seem to be fatal, not with the way he walked, and they way he still carried himself in a slightly upright position. Tyler caught a glance now of the Palace Guard, through his slightly blurred vision, causing him to slightly pick up pace, "Princess Sophia, I'm glad to see you alive." Tyler finally called out, strength still holding onto his voice.