Crill shrugs lightly. "I was thinking more of the health of the country as a whole. I'm not sure I'm qualified to make those kinds of decisions, though. Mistan, would you get my cloak and drape it over her," he nods down to the Oracle. "I suppose just keeping my mouth shut generally and letting them come to their own conclusions is best right now, so hiding who I'm carrying seems best."

Mistan obliges, the large black cloak easily covering the small woman in Crill's arms. "Take your time," he says. "I'll settle her in someplace and get the guards moving."

He uses a door in the back of the room, and his voice can be heard barking to someone after another few moments. "No one goes in there without the Queen's express permission. Or mine. The people in there right now are guests of the Crown, and will be treated as such when they leave the Throne Room."

This is answered by a pair of voices saying in unison, "Yes, sir!"

The group begins checking over the bodies. The guard has a longsword that Akanan is pretty sure should be destroyed as soon as possible, without anyone actually touching it. He is wearing a fine suit of mithril chain that has been blackened, and the clothes underneath look to be perfectly wearable. If J'Lant wants a pair of black pants, he has seven different choices, and he can find one that fits well. There are also shirts and three overrobes, all black with gold and maroon highlights. The guard also has a gold ring encrusted with shards of red gemstone that might be ruby. Four of the mages' staves look to be of rather high quality, carved with runes. Nothing else seems to be worth taking.