[color=#007985][b][h2]Sir Jerel Ban[/h2][/b][/color]The change was sudden and unsettling to watch; it threw the mind of balance in the same way as those who wove illusions.

And just like that she was gone.

Jerel’s arm slumped from Fleuri. Faith. That’d what he had to maintain, above all else, faith in the others. He thought back to his rose, his offer to Mayon, dropped from a tower, silent, unheard. Why was it so hard?

He frowned at Fleuri’s words, then thought better of it. The fellow knight was right. 

Jerel’s eyes danced to the disturbance, a drunken knight it seemed, but then away again. There was no danger to the princess there, nothing mortal. Jerel scanned the crowd for any sign, the barest hint, and came up wanting. 

He was beginning to doubt.

“I am, but, I don’t know Fleuri... They’d need a vantage, somewhere high, or to be so close to the princess that they wouldn’t need a bow. And then a route of escape, a window or the gardens, perhaps.”

Jerel wracked his mind, trying to figure the best spot whilst surveying the room discreetly (which was near impossible, but thankfully Jerel was not a focal point). Seeing where the crowds were thickest, where they offered cover and where they hindered, the ceilings, the walls, every piece of furniture, the routes available to flee.

However, in the the end, he shrugged, and near spat, “it’s useless. Once you factor in magic they could come from anywhere. 

“Perhaps we best just tell the princess?”

[@Crimson Paladin]