Lo-Muna looked to the raven haired woman as the people hurried around them, having no real reason to follow after Prefect Ro except his urging. Well, that and the possibility of danger coming to the people. As much as the rabbit woman saw this as a chance to escape, she couldn't turn away from the panicked faces all around them.

"In case I don't see you again, thanks for your help," Lo-Muna said to her rescuer with a slight bow of her head. She gave a small smile, and then, she was gone.

Even without using her chi, Lo-Muna was fast. She weaved through the crowds with ease and hopped over their heads when the throngs became too thick. Her powerful legs even allowed her to beat Prefect Ro, seeing him still running towards the square as she went on ahead. Whatever had the people panicked, the rabbit beastwoman would be the first to find out.

"Yeah, yeah, thoroughly," one of the dirtiest Sudeans, in both body and mind, chuckled, his hands making weird wriggling motions in the air.

"Wonderful idea, Qunith," Talideth responded as she eyed Lorfyn. "But she has a weapon and we do not. I do not think walking up to her and assaulting her is the best idea either."

Talideth looked around, "Too many witnesses as well."

As a woman was launched at the target of a shopkeeper, Lo-Muna had been pulled forward and stumbled as the vendor's grip loosened. The rabbit beast-woman recovered her balance and looked up just as the woman slapped the back of the vendor. The noise resounded loudly and some of the onlookers laughed as the shop keeper tumbled forward. On top of that humiliation, the vendor looked up as his wares were being stolen by small children. He pulled at his hair, his face reddening, embarrassment and outrage bubbling inside of him.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" he screamed at the muscular woman as he pointed at his ruined stall. "ALL MY STUFF! RUINED!"

Lo-Muna was pocketing the cloth she had wanted when two guards arrived, brought out by the noise. They noticed her pocketing the wares but as they were about to step towards her, the vendor stormed up to them and began shouting. He practically jumped up and down, fuming, and gesturing to the mess of a scene around them. A woman and her child, a pinwheel still burning in his hand, stopped in front of Lo-Muna. They shielded her from view and the beast-woman thanked them quietly. She was about to turn tail and leave when she hesitated.

Looking back, she saw the raven haired woman was a little unsteady on her feet. The crowd had begun to disperse and the guards were beginning to calm the angry vendor down. Lo-Muna sighed and walked over to the muscular woman, saying to her in a low voice, "Thank you but may I suggest we go get another drink on me? Away from prying eyes? Now? Please?"

Thaddeus was enraged.

He had been known as intimidating among the cleaning staff but he had been one of their lesser concerns. His business had often been outside of the castle, having trained his best men to guard the castle itself. It had been a strange arrangement but they knew where Thaddeus' priorities lay. If the Queen summoned him, all else would fall to the side, just as it had earlier that day. If the Queen was in any sort of danger, he would be there with his men, just as he had been that day. Regardless of whether the Queen wanted or needed him, he would be there. He would be her defender, her attacker, her Rock.

But right now, he was one of her interrogators for the staff.

Thaddeus was assigned to the cleaning staff while his own men would be seen by another of her most loyal subjects. His petty concerns of cohesion among them were gone now that he knew they all had one main concern. The welfare of the Queen came above all else and he kept that well in mind as he commenced his own interrogations. His voice never rose but he was loud enough when he flashed his sword. He was persuasive enough when his gloved hand came down upon the table. He was threatening enough when his armored body came behind them, reminding them in a whisper that their lives had no value when it came to his Queen's own.

The staff quivered and blubbered, sputtered and pleaded. Their voices squeaked or remained low with earnest vows to never harm Queen Ivelda, to never even think of it. Only when they were kneeling, heads bowed down to the earth, did Thaddeus feel satisfied. Only then did he withdraw his sword and himself, the cleaning staff released as they were all cleared.