As Jezin and his entourage walked off the dock, the sound of several horses running could be heard well before they were seen. After a moment, the owners of the horses were visible. 4 members of the Order of the Thistle, led by a man with an eye wrap. The horses finally made it to Jezin, Alia, and Jorun, stopping roughly 15 feet from their group, "Jezin Tremora." Thomas started, as he unhorsed himself, along with the other three knights, "A snake that we now know to be native to Lyok killed Sir Redwyne Cole." He explained, his right hand on the hilt of Harmony, "I was going to ask you about the matter, and try to figure out how this snake could of made it here, but I was informed that you were desperately trying to get yourself, and Sophia, out of Mullen." Thomas looked from Jezin, to Alia, and Jorun, smirking, "As per procedure, I'm afraid we have to take you, and your servants, into custody as to launch an investigation." Thomas finished, now drawing Harmony, letting hang down to his side. He smirked, to himself. He had fought near docks before, the last time had resulted in the death of about 8 individuals, leaving him without a scratch. Thomas was waiting to see how Jezin reacted, secretly hoping the man chose to fight his arrest, as it would only work out for Thomas down the line, "No one has to get hurt here, Jezin. Just allow the investigation to carry out, and you'll be released once we come to a conclusion." Thomas added, the other knights flanking him drawing their own swords.
Sir Walden was busy placing a massive book back on a shelf, when Gareth entered the room, rapping on the wall to signal his arrival. The room wasn't very big, bookshelves lining the sides of the wall, with a desk in the back of the room, a even bigger leather chair behind it, "Ah, Mister Harker." Walden started, as he turned around to face Gareth, "Please, sit down." He pointed towards the massive leather chair, as no other chair populated the room. A pitcher of wine, now becoming somewhat customary to see Walden with one, along with four glasses sat on the table. Walden graciously poured two, passing one to Gareth, "I needed to talk to you about how important your service will become, shortly."