In the early dawn a number of riders, garbed in the armour of the royal guard, bloodied and exhausted, are seen heading towards the palace. In their haste they nearly trample a few early risers under foot.
Some time later rumors of the war begin to spread.
"The king is dead......no that was the duke...he was killed by the king"
"The king is dead....killed by Myrkyr...no the druids and spirit lady came to whisk the king to safety"
"Tempus be thanked, the battle ended in victory... bloodbath don't you mean. Always the small folk paying for the great victories ain't it"
"Did you see the Skulls? Who where they fighting for?"
"Sir Mordecai is dead, killed by Dame Saga"
"Dame Saga was seen killing a number of her own troops to protect the traitors in Tilverton"
....and many more as people wait for official word from the palace. By late afternoon the entire city and beyond anxiously waits...