situation: aftermath of the attempted assassination. location: outside the palace walls.
Of course, Reeve had not been formally invited to the gala. Why would he have been? He did not belong to any kingdom. No king held him in their service. Reeve would not want to be in service of a king anyway.
But these sorts of events were great for finding new clientele.
Inevitably, some wealthy idiot would leave so painstakingly drunk off their arse that they would stumble into some trouble, and Reeve would be there to help them. Preferably for monetary compensation. But if he did an exceedingly good job of it, they would remember him and his services. Seek him out should they need some underhanded witchery.
But tonight was different. Something happened. Exactly what, he did not know, but seeing frightened royals and nobles fleeing what should have been a joyful occasion felt wrong. Reeve decided to investigate.
What did he have to lose?
Slowly proceeding into the abyss, Reeve scans his surroundings for potential strife. Anyone with an apparent reason to exact violence. Perhaps Reeve became too focused, however, causing him to bump into a rushing individual, slamming his large, powerful body directly into theirs.
[ ɪ ᴀᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ] he conveys to them, then gesturing to the heightened crowd around them. [ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ? ]