Even Acrius could tell more eyes were on him as he walked to the plaza, the assassins unconscious, freshly seared body in tow. Each step seemed to stupefy a portion of the festivities, as more turned to gape at him. The men, naturally bewildered, the women... with looks that he was unfamiliar yet familiar with. The swordsman couldn't tell why, however. Perhaps it was the semi-dead body on his shoulder. As he ruminated in his thoughts a decorated guardsman approached him, similar in garb to Rudolph. Likely a captain. After a brief conversation, he had turned him over to Helt and ascertained where Leonidas was.

[b][color=#FF9900]"Shit, shit, shit,"[/color][/b] Acrius' pace quickened. This likely meant that the prince was still gobbling away at the food brought to him. If that 'servant' didn't listen, if they even were a servant, then there would be hell to pay. His eyes scanned the plaza and it spotted the prince still eating merrily under his tent.

Acrius did feel it was his fault that he chased the assassin instead of making sure the Prince was safe, a dumb and hasty decision on his end. He approached the prince at a near running speed as a few heads turned his way.

[b][color=#FF9900]"Leonidas- [i]Prince[/i] Leonidas,"[/color][/b] Acrius grabbed Leonidas' hand and threw the leg of chicken to the floor, [b][color=#FF9900]"The food's been poisoned. I believe that assassins have paraded as some of the servants. How much have you eaten?"[/color][/b]

[b][color=#FF9900]"Either way, it is unsafe in the open like this,"[/color][/b] Acrius practically hoisted the Prince out of his chair, [b][color=#FF9900]"We need to head back to the barracks for your safety and call for a healer."[/color][/b]

Acrius recognized one of the observers in the crowd gawking at them. [b][color=#FF9900]"PETYR!"[/color][/b] The orange-eyed boy shouted through the stirs of the crowd, [b][color=#FF9900]"Help me escort his highness back to the Barracks, quickly."[/color][/b]