All the Historians were told one story, but even before the uproar that came from the head of the army Thallus already had his suspicions. A king who refused his guards, walking alone into another man's house, no way there wasn't going to be any bloodshed. While the act itself was atrocious, the only thing that made it worse was that damn captain of the brass boars, more like an iron ass if he were asked. A nation, recently united after centuries of separation, would most likely take any chance to continue its separation. What was most likely meant to be kept under wraps, considering the king lied to his historians, was now up in the air for everyone to hear. Thallus gritted his teeth, he definitely wanted to smack the boy upside his head, but causing trouble this early on, especially after a reveal like this one, would more than likely lower morale than raise it. He felt something hard poking into his backside, looking down it was one of the wizards trying to bypass him, stepping aside he let the old man walk off to the king.
"Tch, of course we needed rudeness alongside the instilled dissent," he spat on the ground, "not much we can do anyway, what's done has been done."
He turned to the rest of the historians, obvious panic and anger in their voices, "OY LASSIES!" His voice was loud enough to silence the bunch, "you heard your king, we're heading out."
A man half his size walked up to him, "and why the hell should we listen to that murderer?"
A flash of anger and the man was up off the ground, Thallus' grip tight on the man's collar, "because he's your damn king, and your damn king said move the lead out," he looked to the rest, "NAO!"
Dropping the man the rest scattered, grabbing their supplies and getting back into the caravan, Thallus took his place and kept going, waiting for night to fall.