Finally seeming to have a all the pieces fall into place regarding the keep, Xolkin's eyes go wide at the knowledge that some of the late Lady's troops survived the attack.  opening his mouth as if to speak, Kella clamps a hand down firmly on his shoulder, pulling him away from the table even as several of the fine adventurous folks began re-arranging pieces of furniture.  Muttering a few words in his ear, his sputtering protests die out quickly enough and resolve into a sullen silence as he watches his newly minted "emissaries" prepare their work.

Outside the scene is much as one might expect if they took Xolkin at his word.  Lights can be seen at each of the guard towers positioned along the walls, with an occasional figure able to be picked out moving around in each tower while keeping watch outside.  An occasional shout can be heard from somewhere outside the walls, though nothing distinct is able to be picked out.  Far towards the Eastern horizon, the barest lightening of the sky is the only indication of dawn soon to come.