The guards exchange a few quiet words with each other, and two of them dart away, each going in a different direction. Out of the remaining 9, one (who has a pin of an eight-pointed star on his collar, probably a mark of rank), replies.
"Yes, I heard something about that... I thought it was a rumor, but apparently, it is true."
Noting the ever-increasing number of newcomers as ship after ship unloads, the guard leans closer and confidentially says the following to Astor (although Tyreus is close enough to get the gist of it).
"I don't think that there's enough rooms in the city to hold you all... I'd suggest that you see to finding rooms, FAST. Your leaders will probably get better rooms, maybe even invitations to stay at some Lord's manor... but the common soldiers will get screwed. There are inns all over town, but the best affordable ones are out that way (he points) a little past the Theater District. Incidentally, the better brothels are out that way, too."