Feril set to walking quickly, picking the door she remembered and leaving the great hall before their departure could draw any attention. The halls of the palace were more like its outer grounds, deserted and quiet. Only a lone guard ever passed them, heading off down the hallways at a hurried pace. The directions were already faded in her mind, although it had only been about a day ago the lack of sleep wasn't helping her concentration at all. Every now and then the girl would double back, looking for a familiar painting or urn to mark their location with what she remembered. It didn't take them long to come to the right place, however. The hallways gradually became less regal and more spartan as they entered the parts of the palace used more often by the garrison than the politicians. One heavy door stood, flanked by two guardsmen, as the centerpiece of one such hall, and upon spotting the sentries Feril stopped and looked around at the group. She'd just left the place, and while it had been the Order she wondered about the sanity of approaching ones own evaded jailors. With her voice kept down, although they stood within sight of the door, Feril spoke for the first time since leaving the great hall. "I don't know about going up myself. I guess we're just asking to see if the regent is allowed audience?" A cursory glance at the empty dungeon corridor in comparison to the packed great hall said enough about that answer, a legion of people who would have been happy to talk to the regent were standing around doing nothing.