The apparent captain of the guard narrowed his eyes, tensing at the sight of Ramza's refusal to disarm himself. "You're under arrest for suspicious behavior, under direct orders from Lord Jaxon himself. Unless you can prove your citizenship in this region, your charges include trespassing and intent to commit treason."

"But it's not their fault!" Rialynn protested, squirming out of the window...mostly to avoid the guards that were surging into the room to seize her. If she had to be caught, she'd rather be caught along with the rest of her friends. "They're trying to save this kingdom, not spy on it! And I was born here, so I can vouch for them!"

The captain didn't move from where he stood, but his eyebrows rose. "You're the girl that lives here? ...Lord Jaxon will be pleased indeed that you've returned at last." Then his brows beetled once more. "Until he can be summoned, you would do well to surrender and come with us. I'm sure he will clear you once he's heard what you have to say."

Rialynn glanced uncertainly at the others. She didn't think the captain was lying, but she wasn't sure they could afford to dally in a nobleman's court either. Her gaze was silent, but expectant as she tried to communicate -- 'What do we do?'