After she had gone, there had been a flurry of activity, with the nearby wizards attempting to deal with the situation.  Two runners were sent out: one to the medical office, the other to the tracking office.  In the bright sunlight, and with her mind occupied with other things, it was perfectly natural for Cersei to miss her amulet's gems suddenly blink, and then glow a dim, steady light against her chest.<br/><br/>Thus it was that within fifteen minutes of the incident, the City Guard was notified, and the Gates and the Spiral were under watch, and a pair of armed and armored wizards, both experienced in battle magic, wandered through the park, being guided by wizards back in the Guild house.<br/><br/>The community of Guild wizards, even in such a large metropolis as Tarak, is not so large that anybody can be a stranger.  So both of the mages knew who Cersei was; the one manning the Communication Cups had even been in several of her classes growing up.  It also meant they couldn't be wholly impartial; after all, who among them had NOT wanted to do exactly that to Fallmorik at one time or another?  So when they spotted her on the park bench, they sighed regretfully, looked at one another, and then closed with her.<br/><br/>"Cersei," the older one said, drawing her attention out of her thoughtful reverie.  He held up his hands peaceably, and his tone and expression were sober and serious, but not unfriendly.  "Nobody's going to attack you.  But we have to ask you to come back with us and answer some questions.  You know we have to."<br/><br/>Behind him and a few steps to one side, his partner and Cersei's former classmate silently performed a Sensorics spell, penetrating the masking illusion and revealing to his sight the bloodstains.  He sighed sadly and shook his head, yet did not take his eyes off her.  He was sympathetic, but not stupid.