There is an crowd gathered outside the citadel, made up almost entirely 
of humans. At a rough guess their could be as many as a hundred people 
there. There is an armed guard at the gate preventing them from entering 
the citadel itself, even along the supposedly public road.  It's made up 
not of city guardsmen, but knights of Clan Tyr, reinforced by 
legionnaires, orange flames flickering from their flamelances.

The mood of the crowd is angry, although the keep their distance, wary 
of the soldiers' flamelances.  Rotemdol has heard of massacres of rebel 
villages, but never a massacre within the gates of a major city.

"What's happening?", Lulmyra asks.