His head pounding from the hours of questions, arguments, and bureaucratic nonsense, Qeirias Noll sat in a darkened alcove within the Palace. He’d left the company of Merced Armadin hours ago, hoping to bring his message to the Five Houses. He envied Merced a little, as the Champion Master of the Quarterstone Guard had merely to hand out orders to the City Militia’s Watchmaster Prime before heading into the Deadstorm to speak with the Peacemaker Savant, head of the Marksmen.