Mattrick stepped out from the shadows into the center of the room and stood arms akimbo, staring at the men in black armor. He waited until he had their undivided attention and then said: "I do not know of this princess but I am a tracker... perhaps I can be of service?"
The knight in the lead, scanned him over and contemptuously shook his head. "No ruffian, we’ve no use for the likes of you. Get back to your corner and swill your offal." As one the knights turned their backs on him. As the spokes-knight began to accost a brightly dressed young woman, a large bright steel blade came swinging down from on high and sundered his head from his shoulders taking parts of black steel armor with it. Surprisingly, no blood spattered from the blow.
The two remaining knights whirled to face their attacker but by then the crowd had pulled daggers and clubs or whatever weaponry presented itself and swarmed them. Soon there were no knights to be found. Just as quickly as the weapons appeared, they disappeared. And with them the crowd absented itself leaving only a few still standing in the place staring at the husks of armor. Nothing human was within them. Nor was there a drop of blood to be found about them.
Mattrick sheathed his sword behind his back and stared at Arnock meaningfully, and said "This never happened and if you know what's good for you, you will find another place to have been while this didn’t happen."
Arnock looked at Mattrick, and then at the two remaining kids who were huddled in a corner. Nervously he nodded "Aye Sir Mattrick. Dis didna app’n and I wasn here, nor were you." He ripped off his apron drew on a leather coat and strapped on a weapons belt. He nodded nervously once more, glanced at the kids and then leered in a wide-eyed manner at the ‘dead knights’ and hurried out a back door.