Kallad had not thought this far ahead. It had simply been a matter of stop her from doing what she was doing and go to the palace. Now that he had, he couldn't be sure.
With a sigh, he removes the bolt and replaces it in it's watertight cast, then begins folding the crossbow back up. It takes time. Considerable time. But not a lot of focus.
"Castle. Have to see the king." He replies.