>>6191539As all eyes fall on you, you make a show of exchanging a disapproving glance with your fellow inspector. High Bellcounter, you growl, why is her subordinate hindering your investigation?
The poor girl’s eyes go wider than a Chytree’s! “I… I was wondering that myself, Inspector! Bellcounter Tybe!” She barks as she temporarily regains her previous composure, “I hope for your sake you have a sufficiently good reason for delaying the Inspectors!”
“If I may, High Bellcounter,” Stammers one of Tybe’s escorts as he exchanges a worried look with his partner, “T-Tybe seemed a bit rattled by something he he-err, <span class="mu-i">thought</span> he heard at the entrance-”
“S-So’s we be bringin’ him in ter’ sample some differnt air, we be…” Concludes Tybe’s other escort!
Tybe, on the other hand, is much less articulate. “<span class="mu-s">IT’S HER! SHE TRICKED ME TO GET INSIDE! SHE’S… SHE’S NOT WHO SHE SAYS SHE IS!</span>”
Having your fill of ranting and raving for one day, you shift your steely gaze over to Irya–the guard shrinking the minute your eyes rest on her! High Bellcounter, you spit, her subordinate is <span class="mu-i">clearly</span> hysterical… is she going to deal with this situation, or will YOU have to?
You don’t have to see to perceive the mental game of Tug-O-War the High Bellcounter is currently engaged in! With a vigorous shake of her head, she turns to Tybe and cuts him off with a resounding <span class="mu-i">SLAP</span> upside the head!
“Take this fool where he won’t embarrass us any further,” She hisses through clenched teeth, “I’ll remind him of proper Bellcounter decorum and Chain of Command later…”
“<span class="mu-i">NO!</span>” Tybe shrieks as his escorts tug him away with quiet concern in their eyes, “<span class="mu-i">Y-you don’t understand! Please, just listen! I’M NOT MAD!</span>”
“A thousand apologies, Inspectors!” Stammers Irya as Tybe’s rants fade into the distance, “You have the full cooperation of myself and the rest of the men-”
“Evidently <span class="mu-i">not</span>,” Sneers TT as she sends a withering glance in the direction Tybe was taken, “But I’m eager to be proven otherwise…”
“Pl-please!” Stammers Irya as her eyes widen in panic, “Th-the scene is yours, Inspectors! A-anything you want… any questions you have… consider them answered!”
An uneasy silence blankets the courtyard telling you that she means it… even the guards that make your eyes sting, Templars, you suspect, pause their patrols in recognition of your authority!
In that case, you sigh,
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