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In the end, you decided to go along with them quietly and nicely; you didn't make a fuss, nor did you attempt to somehow resist arrest by the demons, who formed around you and marched you out of your smithy.
Outside the crowds slowly grew as you were escorted towards the upper district of the city. You remained calm, for you were without dread or fear, knowing that you would most likely be led toward the lord mayor, who would try to gloat and humiliate you, but he would bring himself awfully close to your personage.
The city hall was, in truth, more like a palace, a great, decadent building around which the demons hovered protectively. As you entered the grand hall, you noticed the lord mayor sitting on his throne, a smug expression on his face, ready to deliver his judgement.
They hadn't bothered with handcuffs, and you had turned off the flaming of your eyes, so you might pose even less of a threat, for if he perceived you as weak, he would let down his guard even more.
The lord mayor, as you were told, was a cambion; his red skin and eyes looked at you most cruelly, but he twirled his moustache and goatee first. He then rose and walked on over to you.
<span class="mu-i"> ''I commissioned you to make me a new chain of office, and this is how you repay me? Those slaves you sent made for poor spies, so tell me who you are working for? Magalthia? If that bitch tries to interfere with my business again, it will be war. Or did you come to liberate the slaves?'' </span> He said the last part with mocking laughter.
<span class="mu-i"> ''That wouldn't incur my fury, but it is both hilarious and pathetic. Now then, stranger, for you seem to give none your name. For whom do you work? Tell me, and I will spare you the customary torture.'' </span>
<span class="mu-i"> <span class="mu-r"> ''My allegiance is to myself; I serve none, for I am my own lord.'' </span> </span> You flatly stated.
<span class="mu-i"> ''I see. Well, the rack might give you some other ideas, guards!'' </span>
You raised your arms; there would be no torture, not of your personage at least. No, it was time for something radical; the snake had reared its head, and you had been sharpening your sword.
>Kill him here and now, then use his head to begin a slave revolt.
>Endure the torture, reinvent yourself as his servant, and work your way into his inner circle.
>Convince him of your innocence.
>Try to pry open his mind; his soul and body would make for a good treat.
