The guard listened to Sophia's account of the night with a small measure of disappointment to go with the slowly receding nervousness brought on by acknowledging the attack. It wasn't much to go on, as far as identifying their attacker, but anyone dressed like that would stand out like a sore thumb just about anywhere. He'd been ready to assure them that something would be done and leave to find a corporal or section leader but then entered a grizzled looking knight that he vaguely remembered the face of from among the Order. His story was even more harrowing, partly because it sounded like the ramblings of a madman and he was suddenly leery about leaving the trio unattended in his presence, but also because if what he said was true then some kind of abomination was loose in Mullen. The section needed to know. "I have to tell the others. Take care, all of you, please don't leave the Hall just yet," there wasn't any point in asking the Order to comply after what they'd done that night, but if the quartet of roughed up survivors in front of him were right they had better things to worry about than politics, and maybe a token nicety would retain him better than an order. With that, the guard sped off, stopping briefly by his two fellows to tell them something that caused them to stiffen and look towards the doors, before sprinting off into the palace halls to find someone.