The Herald seems confused by your answer. "Perhaps… yes… if wrong is right and up is down that makes sense. Has it finally happened then, the unmaking?" He shakes his head, "No, the sun is not black, not yet. Others may come holding the key to the door with no lock. Shoo! Shoo! I must be ready for them.''

The Herald returns his gaze to the crowds. It seems you must press on to the noble quarter. Whatever it was the Herald wanted to show you seems lost in his glazed eyes.