He remembered his children, first.
Even before the last word was out of the messenger's mouth, Noraldin was running to the door. In his mind, frightening images of the children trying to fight even fire with their makeshift swords and spears formed and were swept aside. No matter what, he had to get to them before any danger came even close to hurting them, so when he ran into an invisible wall right in front of the doors which made him fly back and slide on the ground until he was at the feet of the Ushanbo, the blackest of curses spilled out of his mouth and he turned to the man dressed in purple robes with eyes that screamed murder.
It took a few moments for Noraldin to realise who he really was, and that this was all probably being orchestrated by him. This did change things a bit, but as he knew that the guards were watching, he got to his feet and spat, "What is the meaning of this? Let me go!"