Alstair Murdoh had found them huddled and hidden in a back alley of the stacks. A mangy lot without question.Wick children mostly, many of their parents had been killed during the riot...he stood before them without so much as a grimace from the smell of unwashed bodies.

"Listen to me now." He said quietly. "You must leave Vienda. I'm going to force you to no matter what. But, before that tell any wicks you meet that I will hide them as best I can. Tell them the black dragoon serves no monster such as Morde." There was a quiet resilience to his voice as strode towards them and tossed several shills to the muddled lot.

"Take this and get some food. More than likely it will be awhile before you get a meal once you're outside." His voice was not cold. If anything it held a bit of worry for the huddled group. He had killed some of their parents more than likely and it was only fair he tried to help them avoid being caught by another Like Scuro who would show no mercy.

"Listen to me now. This reign of terror will end. You must wait till I can rally support and then Hanz Morde and those like him will be a thing of the past." He said with as kind a voice he could muster. "Don't let the other seventen know I did this and move quickly."

With a sharp turn he moved back towards the entrance of the alley his mind racing with thoughts of hope. He would need to find a place to hide any wicks that would come to him and he would need it soon if everything went to plan...