The sobbing is soft, but can be tracked easily enough to a sheltered alcove on the far side of the courtyard, where girl on a bench is hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth. Judgeing by her size and build, she couldn't be more than twelve or thirteen. She yells angrily when she notices Alena approaching. "They were there! Why won't you send help?!"


Nobody else passes by in the short time Gyrion is at the gate. There is a trace of halfling scent on the wind- while Henry is aware Halflings come from the East, not much is known about their relations with the humans here.