Sophia followed the group into the palace grounds, with Eva bringing up the rear of the party. She looked around. Nothing around them seemed to have changed, but all the same, it felt different. This was no longer the joyful place it had been only a few days ago, that much was for sure. She pondered Gareth's question for a moment. If what they had heard was true, then Wallace Canti was imprisoned at the moment, so he would likely be of no use to them. They had already spoken with the guards the night before, and they seemed to know only slightly more than they themselves did. The only option was the Order of the Thistle, but Feril was right, they weren't the safest bet. The princess cast her eyes towards the tower on the far side of the grounds. If they wanted answers, that was where they had to start. "I think Feril's right. Our only real option is talking to the Order." She looked towards Gareth. "If nothing else, maybe they'll tell you something." She hoped the boy's squirehood would aid them, but it seemed unlikely. Her eyes fell to the ground for a moment. "Anyway, we need to tell them about Walden."