Zaean suddenly stopped. Her hand held up to one of the elven soldiers speaking. They all hushed quickly and looked at her; all with eager expression. Zaean jumped to her feet and with amazing speed raced towards the holding cells. Hand placed on her sword as she ran right in and at spotting the aged elf would unsheat her sword and sliced his head off. She watched it roll a few feet before turning and sheathing her sword right back up. Moving to the body she would pull from his coat a letter with the Federation stamp. With worry now on her face she would move towards Gadon and hand him the letter. She had of course drawn most of the attention when she'd passed. "I must report to my father immediately. I'm afraid the Northern elves have been compromised. I will report back as soon as I have my father's orders." A slight bow in respect. "Till we meet again." And away she went.