Vier had a flurry of emotions running through him after the assassination attempt. The main one was disbelief that someone would try something so blatant in a ballroom filled with warriors. That disbelief was curbed with the realization of how small the assassin was, and who they targeted. Vier was mostly frozen until Fanilly’s call to arms, snapping him into attention. He saw Renar run off to grab the assassin, and weighed the option of following him. 

On one hand, there’s not many places safer that by the Gentle Blade’s side, and there might be more assassins who’d like to try again. If he simply stayed here and sipped champagne, no one would really blame him. But on the other hand, there’s no way his pride would let him faff about, twiddling his thumbs while others did the rough work. So, he got up, unsheathed both his swords, internally smacking himself for not bringing armor to the ball. He had thought he might not need it for once. He wouldn’t make that mistake twice.

So he followed Renar, staying a small distance behind him in case the assassin or his fellow Iron Rose did something drastic.