There was a silence for a while, but eventually, a group of five arrived to the inn's doorstep. Walking inside, the five of them made their way towards Gabriel. As they neared, he could see two familiar looking masks on a pair of the people, three of them coming up unmasked. "What was it that you needed to call away brothers of the rebellion at a moment like tonight?" An old man with grey beard spoke first. "The Tyrant almost died, it will be a lot harder after this to catch him unguarded, and many of the entrances we had gained knowledge of had been sealed as well. If not for the beast we would have been hard pressed to take the gates and the yard."<br/><br/>Sneering derisively, the young woman in a hood glared at Gabriel's shadow. "Guessing this little rat panicked after the king's troops surrounded that neighborhood. Don't worry, I got the word out. Half of them never go home, as the dogs got to them. They might be trained to fight peasants without means to defend themselves, but vicious attack dogs killed a lot of the common guard, though their forsaken protectors slaughtered hounds left and right."<br/><br/>Lastly, the third man, black haired and almost white-skinned youth with eerie, golden eyes spoke in a melodic tone. "We have gained much and showed the people that the tyrant's castle does not protect him, and that his attempts to curtain off sections of the town wont work either. They will rebel too, and demand we elevate to the throne the half-sister of the king. The other Heir is a kinder sort, and though a bastard she has a right to ascension if people have rejected the tyrant boy-king."<br/><br/>The masked men remained quiet.