Gareth sighed. "I suppose we find some authority." Most of the guard, however, had mobilized to other parts of the city to perform various tasks, and the Order seemed their last option. The regent was in the dungeon, the palace guard was gone, and the Order was still in the castle. Harker exited the room, and he peeked his head about the corridor, left and right to gamble on which path to take around the palace to find someone who could lend them a room, even though it didn't particularly matter. Moonlight and torches and candles lit the area dim, and the half-elf admitted to himself that things felt a little eerie.