[i]The King was slain.[/i]

While others fell on their knees or demanded answers in order to direct their wrath, Sindri remained silent. While he was somewhat surprised to hear that King Arthur was dead, it didn't shake him to the core like it did some of the more... idealistic of his peers around him. There would be a time to make a display of sorrow and mourning later; Right now there was a much, [i]much[/i] more serious issue to deal with. 

King Arthur didn't have an heir... At least not one that he was aware of. Having studied the laws of succession somewhat more closely then most due to the nature of his own raise to knighthood, in theory what would happen in the event that the King didn't have an heir apparent, a blood relative of his would step up and take over with immediate family taking precedent over a more distant relation; In practice through, this could range from a new king raising to power peacefully with the support of his family and his people to the new king being the last one standing after creating and wading through a river of blood.

Even if a Pendragon was to step up without there being infighting in the family for control of the throne, there was a very real risk that many of the lords who had sworn loyalty to Arthur weren't going to stand being ruled by a lesser king... 

Sindri was brought out of his thoughts as he heard what sounded like a large timber beam being placed on the entrance to the Great Hall, locking those doors shut as the zealous mania of Sir Lancelot started to present itself. Even before the pitch started to be poured, Sindri knew that the mad man was going to try and kill them all here and now. Luck seemed to be somewhat on his side in this regard; Having been by himself at the edge of the crowd, he hadn't presented himself as a target for those pouring pitch down on them from the rafters; Easier to aim at the gathered groups of knights in the center of the room. 

Panic spread through the room faster then the fire did. Sindri ruled out the idea of trying to climb the stone dais and follow whatever path that the former regent of Camelot had taken; Even if he could get up there without being burnt, he was pretty sure that whatever exit Lancelot had taken would already be sealed by this point. Hacking through the door [i]might[/i] have been possible driven enough time, but his sword wasn't suited for the task...

[i]“Climb to the ceiling! We must get to the rafters!”[/i]

For a moment, the cry managed to overcome the other noises of panic. Blinking the smoke out of his eyes, Sindri was about to consider the man a desperate madman before he remembered that he had seen service ladders connected to the pillars that lead to the rafters before; Hidden out of sight but readily usable if someone needed to get up there for whatever reason. Picking out the direction the voice had come from, Sindri started to make his way towards it through the chaos, avoiding the flames where he could and physically grabbing random people in the smoke and shoving them towards what could possibly be their salvation, yelling loudly "[color=00a651]There are service ladders on the columns! They're our best chance! Go![/color]" before continuing his own rush for survival, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as he started to cough, the heat already blustering and only going to get worse. 

Reaching one of the columns, Sindri placed his hand on it before walking around it in order to ensure that he didn't miss... There! His hand touched wood! Taking hold of the ladder, he began his own ascent out of this burning hell before it was to late...