Bull bellowed from above, "Now that your wits have returned to the filthy lot of you, to your posts!
Half of you to the towers and see to the prisoners!" He ordered the others, pointing below, "Take the Storyteller for questioning and go get the rest of those performers! Lord Venger's sure to want a word with them about this disturbance. And shut one of the great doors in the meantime!"
Rosalia's eyes flicked from Bull to the group of drenched guards. She wondered at the awful sound coming from somewhere above and recognized it as one in agony. She was quite familiar with that sound and she shivered slightly. She hoped it wasn't anyone in the watchtower group.
She watched as Bull shouted out orders and wondered just what she should do. 'Would it be best to attack and try to keep the guards within the room? Or should she just play along for now,' she thought. 'They would bring in the rest of her troupe, but they would only shut one of the great doors. They could still have a chance to escape... if they avoided being questioned by Lord Venger.'
Rose clapped her hands, ceasing the flow of smoke and let the story disapate. She did not, however, replace her palm coverings and watched warily as the guards came forward to lead her to Lord Venger's throne. One of them happened to be Reginald, the guard she had warned off her with a slight burn. He seemed just as wary of her, but he grabbed her arm with more force than was required.
She came peacefully and pretended confusion, which was not difficult as she had no idea what the cause of the howling was. She stood quietly, surrounded by several guards and hoped her companions would all escape with their lives...
