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No matter what you do, someone is going to get mad over the decision made. You might as well make the decision that angers those you don't care for.
"I've hatched a plan. How about we pull off a deception worthy of your Trade on those Romans?"
You'll need the Longship Meeps to come to the Castle, some silver and gold from the treasury, a clerk specialized in law, and someone to inform the Anarchists; their assistance is required.
"What happens if this scheme doesn't work?" Kizaemon asks a very important question; you've chewed over it in your mind already.
"Then we pretend we never found Arminox, that he's still hiding somewhere in Camelot while actually working to get him back to his home." You are prepared to accept that this plan may not work, but given how grasping those Romans are... Bribery should work. As they say, a mule loaded with gold will always find a way through the mightiest of walls.
"I hope you don't expect this Arminox to be grateful for this favor." The Spy gets up from his seat; he will be making contact with an Anarchist.
<span class="mu-r">"Of course not. He may recognize he should be grateful, but gratitude is forgotten the moment it is inconvenient. But I care not for his gratitude. If he remembers the way to Romulus, it is worth the risk."</span>
Is that King Lot speaking through you again? It's hard to know. It then occurs to you, there's another name to ask the Bard.
"Ah, before you go. The Bard might have another tale to tell. Find out about King Urien of Gorre."
The Silence Stones finally crumble, and it is time to put your plan into action.
The Longship Meeps bring their tools, their well-seasoned timber, and one iron cage. Everything is set up in the courtyard of the Castle, and they begin the task of erecting a frame. The noise of the construction soon attracts the attention of the Romans, who wander over to balcony to watch the unusual activity.
"What is this about!? Who is going to die?" One of the Romans whispers to the other.
You take the opportunity to enlighten your guests.
"Your escaped slave when we catch him. We'll divide his corpse in two, one for the Docks and one for the Castle."
Dismay and irritation ripple through the ranks of the Romans. The porter lifts the head of Legatus Gaius higher so that he can look down on you.
"Surely your vassals are skilled enough to capture one mere slave alive."
"It's not a question of skill. It is a question of law and order."
You wave your hand to summon a Clerk, who appears promptly with his purses and wooden tablet. He jingles with the sound of metal on metal as he strides forth and begins to politely question the Romans on the reputation and family status of the escapee. After a few questions, one of the Romans can't take the impertinence.
