>>5517306>>5517316>>5517322>>5517471>>5517490>>5517601>>5517605>>5517581>Tell these gents that we are traveling, and that despite what they might think our lady is honorable and good. Explain to them we were merely here to get an ingredient from the late craftsman.>Answer any questions they might have, but try not to cause more embarrassment for lady Sigrid (make sure not to mention who she really is) then excuse ourselves.>How about just telling the cops we were trying to find someone that could channel his ghost to find out what happened (not our lady, but someone else)?“Aha–.. ahem–.. excuse me, gentlemen.” You clear your throat and position yourself before your scantily-clad lady. “We are just humble patrons who came by to fetch a custom order glass! We’re happy to answer any question. I-it’s just–ah.. see, the craftsman just sort of, ah.. And we had to get his body in a pot, see, to channel a ghost–”
“That’s enough chattin’ shit, boy.” An officer that towers over both you and your master approaches you, the thick, pug black wand of a policeman at your chest–his face is stuck so close you can count the hairs of his stache. He angles his neck toward your mossperson companion, who seems indifferent to his reproach. “You and big bird here are comin' in for questionin'.”
“Ah-wha–..?!” Your master protests behind you. “On what grounds? What is this nonsense?”
“We’ve got an eyewitness account of a murder here–a witch near too broad to fit through a door and her evergreen apprentice settin’ a man to blow over a pay dispute. And here we have the witch, the boy, and the body.” He shoots a glance to the pot of intestines. “So, if you’d be makin' this quick and comin' with us easy-like..”
“This is ridiculous. You can’t seriously expect us to acquiesce to this, do you? What proof? What eyewitnesses–” Your master begins to speak up for you, but a handful of officers blow past her. She near tumbles over in her dress.
“The halfling can scamper off. But someone’s gotta take responsibility for what took place here.” He tilts his head. “Do we have an understandin'?”
>What do you do? 