It isn't long before curiosity, at the least, draws your attention to the front doors and the royal guard moving through them. Soon, you hear a muffled shout, then even more shouting. You run to the front because there is definately something wrong now. Everyone makes their way through the front doors and on the walk before the hall stands a man, skinny and pale as if he has not eaten in a week, with pale, frazzled hair and wild eyes. Four guards hold him, trying to wrestle him to the ground but somehow, this wild man in tattered robes is able to resist them. He cries loudly into the night air. "The dragon whelps signal His coming!" he yells loudly as a fifth guard draws his sword and brings the pummel down upon his head. The frazzled man drops to his knees and is finally wrestled to the ground. He continues, shouding out as before, "The hand of evil is upon us! Fear the Black Hand, the traitorous arm of the dragon whelps. He is Returned! We are all doomed!"