He simply watched the crowd for a moment, before dismissing the idea of firing a crossbow bolt over the property to fall among the protestors. He did NOT, however, think the star guardian would dismiss such an idea, and would be very unhappy, moreso than he already was, with him if that did happen. He simply noted the patrols starting to linger and shift toward the main gate, though the ones that were dedicated to the back and sides didn't drift at all, indicating they were more disciplined than the other, roaming patrols. He frowned, noting the well lit and sparsely concealed area around the manor, inside the walls, before shaking his head. If he went in, it would have to be during the day. He did settle in, and begin noting what each patrol covered, and when they exchanged out with the next shift. He would figure out the mood of the city tomorrow, and decide when to strike if he could.