Feril was more than happy with the group's choice to leave the dungeon and its accompanying wing. Everything had gone smoothly, with the exception of utterly missing their mark, and extending the length of their foray into the palace for no good reason just seemed reckless to her. While the thought continued to resurface in her mind that they were safe in such a civilized place, the sheer volume of what she did not know and had not bothered to ask the rest of the group about was the primary source of her troubles. Putting that aside, she fell in behind the group again on their way back to the great hall. The hallways of the palace remained bleak and sterile, though the din of the filled great hall increased in volume as Gareth lead the party back towards the crowd. It was impossible to tell when in the morning they had arrived, but they certainly didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon. No doubt, there would be more coming to the capital soon, those who had not attended the celebration or left early and were in transit abroad when the news reached them.