Wilhelm's face paled at Mathais seemingly uncaring response. After several more minutes, he was able to catch his breath, and uprighted himself, but it didn't seem to change Mathais' opinion of him. True, he was new. Fresh meat, they had said when he finished training. But that was no reason to be so hard on him. Chastised and somewhat defeated, Wilhelm chased after Mathais, puling out his own club out in an effort to help. "I was just asking after Diamond, Sir. Reports have her entering the establishment last night and they don't have her leaving. I figured someone might be forthcoming with information. I.. I didn't expect the patrons to be so.. unruly. I'm sorry, Sir."
He followed, unspeaking until he spotted his horse. His mare hadn't been properly tied off and was happily munching someone's window garden. Shock-stricken, Wilhem rushed over and grabbed the reins, trying to pull the horse away from the flowers it was tastily destroying. "Clover! No! Don't eat those! Come on Clover, be a good girl." He tugged, but the mare was stubbornly refusing to leave. She chomped another flower. "No Clover! Please! Let's Go!" He tugged and tugged at her reins, but only managed to make her turn and knock her rump into him. The motion successfully knocked the young guard off-balance and sent him sprawling across the ground. His club rolled off and hit the side of Mathais' boot as the dazed guard shook his head and slowly picked himself up off the ground. This was just not his day.