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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3449172" data-attributes="member: 11760">Marbin Goldenaxe looks torn, not sure as to what to do. Meanwhile, dwarves and humans continue to attempt to place bets with him."I don't know ... I'm busy here. Tell Boots what you told me. What he says, I'll do." He jerks his head towards a knot of dwarves heading into the bar for the contest. Stotch turns and looks at the crowd: Boots Farrin is apparently one of the heads disappearing through the door.* * *"Constable, it's vital that the Potentloins gnome accompany us to testify. He witnessed Khenemet's foul deed firsthand! Go on, Bufer, please speak up! You're the only one that can corroborate the truth!" Renraw gasps out frantically."I know when you're lying, Kem," Emmerson snaps. "It happens every time your mouth moves. I don't know what you're not telling us, but the zone of truth will fill in the gaps in your story. And, if I recall the Vast Codex correctly, it'll be damning enough to end your treacherous existence."The constable scowls at Renraw. Without taking his eyes off him, he growls, "Bufer, stay here. I'll be back to question you in a moment. The rest of you, outside, now."* * *"--just can't believe it," Tock continues talking to a man loudly near the table full of Farrin dwarves. "I can't believe that dwarven bard plans on making such fools of the Farrin clan. I haven't heard the whole song, but what I did hear was just unbelievable. The honor of all the Farrins will be damaged by the song. And, oh, how he boasts. It's just not right, the way the constable looks the other way for his precious Therurt and friends. If I were the Farrins, I'd do something about this before the contest starts.""I'm tellin' ya," Ragglus says conversationally to a nearby man, perhaps too casually, "That there Glangirn bard's gonna piss all over them Farrins, he told me them song words himself! Nasty stuff, that. I'd tell all my friends I was you, 'specially them Farrin dwarves. Eh? Why's ya pointin' t'yer ears and shakin' your head like that? Can't you hear me? What? Oh, you're deaf? Bah, get outta here then."* * *"Well, my day just got more interesting." Tucker quickly does as he's been told, chaining everyone's hands in front of them, so they can't try to hide any casting gestures. "The last time I rode into Middleborough, we made the trip riding the whole way with a dead body. Don't think we're unwilling to do the same again.He starts putting the shackles on the deeply frowning Katadid, then pauses and turns to the constable."Are you sure about Leach, sir?" he asks, keeping his voice quiet to avoid undermining his boss' authority in front of the new prisoners. "He is rather simple, after all, and the odds of him being directly involved in ... well, anything are slim. He's useful as a translator, but only if we can keep him clear-headed.""We knew he'd given information to the kobolds, but I chose to gave him the benefit of the doubt because he's ... not right," The constable murmurs back to Tucker. "This has gone further than that, though, and the sheriff and probably the baron will need to know about it now. It's out of our hands."* * *Stotch returns to the square, having completed his costume change back to his normaly appearance, he spots Marbin speaking with an older dwarf who must be Boots Farrin, and looking at the piece of paper Stotch thrust on him together. He's too far away to tell how the conversation is going.Stumbling into the cat and Fiddle, he sides up to the toughest-looking Farrin at the bar, and orders ale."It's a real shame what that Glangirn is gonna do tonight," he drawls in dwarvish. "The Farrin are too stout a folk to have to listen to such a slanderous song. It's a cryin' shame, it is."He then takes his ale, and meanders skulkily through the crowd, looking for Tock. Cold, sudsy foam drips from his nose, as he drinks deep from the tankard, smirking.* * *Hazel gawks as the revelations fly, completely confused by the accusations and confessions. When the furor dies down, she leans over and nudges Bufer."Renraw's gonna kill Tucker? Because of some kobold plot? What in the hells have y'all been doing today, Bufer?" She shakes her head, trying and failing to clear it. "I need to get Reed back to my folks before I do anything else; he's had just about enough excitement today to last him through summer. I had been hoping to hear the music, too.""Just keep the peace while they cart the traitors off to see the baron," Emmerson replies, keeping his eyes on the manacled wizards. "I don't expect trouble, but then again, this has been a pretty strange day so far."Kat stares at the shackles on his hands. He looks horrified, as if they simply grew out of his skin."I didn't ... I didn't do any ... I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" he screams.As Tucker leads the wizards outside, the constable points a finger at Renraw."Keep him quiet and calm, or I'll gag him." He turns to Bufer. "Come upstairs with me. We'll find a quiet place to talk."</blockquote>

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