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Your understanding of the legal system is spotty at best, doubly so for the wacky fantasyish world you’ve recently stumbled upon. She might’ve just chopped a guy’s legs off, but as far as your companions go, Volka’s the closest thing to a lawman… er… law<span class="mu-i">SKOG</span>, so the decision is obvious.
Salty Suutz, you declare in a grim tone, you’re going to <span class="mu-i">JAIL</span>. Trafficking people isn’t cool, especially after a freaky assassin attack!
“Hey, <span class="mu-i">YEA!</span>” Snarls the aforementioned lawSkog as she picks the future convict into the air, “The assassins! Why’d you send ‘em after Anton, huh? <span class="mu-s">TALK!</span>”
“GCHK!” Croaks Salty Suutz as he dangles from Volka’s claw like a grape, “Wh-why the Hells would I be tryin’ ter assassinate my product!? I had nothin ter do wit that!”
“Trust me: he’s way too poor to hire assassins.” Adds Oti in a laconic tone. “And so am I.”
“But…” Stammers Detective Volka as the menace slowly departs from her eyes, “But then… who <span class="mu-i">did</span>?”
“Wasn’t me!” Tzah-Tzie quickly replies, “I don’t have-”
Money, you interrupt with a nod, we <span class="mu-i">know</span>. Look, Volka, you sigh, you’re as curious as she is about those guys, but the disgusting slaver has a point–there are plenty of other ways to kidnap people without getting assassins involved.
“Yea, like putting a paralytic agent in the booze!” Chirps TT with a helpful grin that quickly morphs into an embarrassed grimace. “Errr, I mean… hypothetically, that is!”
“You’re riiiiight…” Grumbles the bodyguard with a pout on her face, “But I still wanna arrest this guy…”
Then let’s arrest him, you reply with a smile! And hey, let’s take this wagon full of survivors to Crossroads too! They’ll love it!
“What if they weren’t <span class="mu-i">headed</span> to Crossroads?” Scoffs the mage sitting by the Striders.
Then too bad, you shrug, don’t get chased by assassins into some stupid sleeping spell! Speaking of, you add, what’s the deal with that anyways?
“It’s a <span class="mu-i">spell</span>,” The Chytree replies in a tone drier than a desert in Summertime, “That makes people <span class="mu-i">sleep</span>. Need any <span class="mu-i">other</span> facts confirmed for you? My name? Current Guild Chairman?” Sending another derisive ‘<span class="mu-i">tsk</span>’ into the air, Oti shakes his head in disbelief. “Who the Hells <span class="mu-i">are</span> you anyways? It’s magic, you fool.”
Well, you begin, you’r-
“He’s a <span class="mu-s">HUMAN!</span> From another <span class="mu-s">WORLD!</span>”
Dammit, Volka!
“Oops…”
“Ah. So you’re the one she was ranting about in the inn…” The green-eyed sorcerer stares at you intently as if trying to make you disappear. “Well this changes things...”
Rising from his leaning spot against the caravan, Oti strides over and appraises you. “What’s your plan, anyways?”
“He’s-”
VOLKA!
“That was TT!”
“Nuh-uh!” Stammers the Spinner, “It was Salty Suutz!”
“Please lemme down…”
SHHH!
>CONTD.
