The guard looked between everyone there, uncertainty showing in his fidgeting more than it could on his face. Ordinarily, he would have simply let a noble who clearly had... some sort of retainer with her decide her own night arrangements. Unfortunately it was the dead of night and he'd grown up in Mullen, he knew how the streets were and as peaceful and fight-free as their taverns typically were, all you had to do was go down one street thinking you'd find a better deal and end up brushing shoulders with the kind of guys the wrong crowd tended to shy away from. The Lyokis were being targeted, and there was drama afoot within the castle that meant they had no idea how safe the situation with the Order and the regent would be. How did all of this end up lumped on him, a fresh trained guard standing a lowly post? He had a call to make, and he made it. They weren't safe here and they weren't safe in the streets, but they were safer among a bunch of bar regulars than they were in an empty palace. "Alright, the doors are open. Go straight to a tavern, stay on the widest roads you can find. If you see a guard on the way stop him and show him your signet or something, get a move on please." He sighed after he granted access, it wasn't good either way, but the logic of getting them away from rooms that had already been targeted seemed sound enough to him.