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<blockquote data-quote="Trench" data-source="post: 4185062" data-attributes="member: 40464"><p>"You had a bit of a riot going on, sir," reports Benson, his tone clearly conveying that he's less than impressed with the Watchmen of the Guildsman District. "We've got your instigator here." He shoves Olaf forward a step.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, Baeril slips back into the shop to see a large woman peeking from over the table, many of her sweets on display crushed into the floor and linens.</p><p></p><p>"I'm sorry about your pastry shop. If you have a broom, my Oma showed me a way to sweep up that's very efficient and I can get this placed cleaned up so <em>schnell wie ein Häschen</em>. My apartment is at 338 Fairbriar Street, and if you bring me the bill for the window, I'll pay you back. In the meantime, if you have some surviving pastries, I'd like to buy ... oh, a dozen. I'm going to meet some watchmen and I find that everyone enjoys a little bit of pastry, although I suppose that dwarf earlier didn't have appreciation for pastries. That's very strange. I wonder what my Oma would think. Oh, I probably need a dozen pastries for me as well. Where was that broom?"</p><p> </p><p>Elissa breathes a sigh of relief: the middle of a rioting mob is no place to be for a small thief. She puts her sap away and turns back to retrieve her pack. "Thank you, oh gallant guardsman! My gratitude knows no bounds!" She mockingly genuflects in front of the injured watchman.</p><p> </p><p>While Wibert surveys the scene, Felix quietly relays the events to one of the watchmen present. The Watchman nods at Felix and sends two others to the pastry shop to clear away some of the debris and broken glass. They find the owner of the shop incredulously staring at Baeril before she angrily tosses a crueller at him. One of the watchman ushers the confused gnome out of the shop.</p><p></p><p>Captain Wibert stares with contempt at Olaf. "Damned Republicans... This true Galdral?" he asks the guard who fetched him.</p><p></p><p>"Sir, he just started going on in front of the Tower. It wasn't hurting anyone... till- till the crowd formed and-"</p><p></p><p>Wibert's cheeks flush, "You didn't think a crowd would be a problem right now? Well then why don't you take Mimfred here," he points to the bloody-nosed guard "And patrol the Midden Heaps for trouble? MOVE DAMMIT or I'll make you wish your daddy pulled out early!" He screams as Watchman Galdral opens his mouth. The two guards take off running as Wibert surveys the scene. </p><p></p><p>" 'Mimfred'? Oh, that figures!" Elissa mocks the bloodied guard scornfully.</p><p></p><p>"Dayton," Captain Wibert says to the guard talking to Felix, who snaps to attention. "Get the bodies out of the street and stay till they wake up. I want four guards posted out front and anyone so much as blows their nose you help them get the snot out and you send them packing. Am I understood?"</p><p></p><p>The guard nods and starts organizing the guard. Wibert looks over to the dwarf and grimaces. "You're killing me here Girnoril," Wibert says.</p><p></p><p>"Not my problem Captain," the dwarf smiles.</p><p></p><p>Wibert looks away. "Get moving."</p><p></p><p>The dwarf looks smugly at Felix, spits at his feet and starts walking away. The Captain of the Guildsman District looks over the strangers with distaste. "I suppose you all want to come in then."</p><p> </p><p>"I guess that's up to you, sir," Benson replies, producing a sealed envelope. "Captain Schenk says we're supposed to hand this over when we get here. Wasn't particularly clear about who exactly was supposed to be receiving it, though."</p><p> </p><p>Captain Wibert takes the envelope and opens it before Benson can say otherwise. As he reads, his face grows more and more crimson. He crumples the letter in one hand and looks at his boots for a full minute, his breathing sounding like an angry bull. When he looks up at Benson, he looks ready to murder someone.</p><p></p><p>"Yeah," he growls, "I guess you are coming in." He spins on his heels and storms into the watchtower.</p><p></p><p>Cipke, oblivious to the captain's anger, motions to Deevoly so they can enter the tower.</p><p> </p><p>Benson looks at Kinkade and shrugs, then follows the captain, stopping only briefly to scoop up the crumpled note.</p><p> </p><p>Kinkade and Olaf stare at each other for a moment, the protestor smirking disdainfully.</p><p></p><p>"Let's you and I have a chat inside, shall we?" Munro finally says.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Trench, post: 4185062, member: 40464"] "You had a bit of a riot going on, sir," reports Benson, his tone clearly conveying that he's less than impressed with the Watchmen of the Guildsman District. "We've got your instigator here." He shoves Olaf forward a step. Meanwhile, Baeril slips back into the shop to see a large woman peeking from over the table, many of her sweets on display crushed into the floor and linens. "I'm sorry about your pastry shop. If you have a broom, my Oma showed me a way to sweep up that's very efficient and I can get this placed cleaned up so [i]schnell wie ein Häschen[/i]. My apartment is at 338 Fairbriar Street, and if you bring me the bill for the window, I'll pay you back. In the meantime, if you have some surviving pastries, I'd like to buy ... oh, a dozen. I'm going to meet some watchmen and I find that everyone enjoys a little bit of pastry, although I suppose that dwarf earlier didn't have appreciation for pastries. That's very strange. I wonder what my Oma would think. Oh, I probably need a dozen pastries for me as well. Where was that broom?" Elissa breathes a sigh of relief: the middle of a rioting mob is no place to be for a small thief. She puts her sap away and turns back to retrieve her pack. "Thank you, oh gallant guardsman! My gratitude knows no bounds!" She mockingly genuflects in front of the injured watchman. While Wibert surveys the scene, Felix quietly relays the events to one of the watchmen present. The Watchman nods at Felix and sends two others to the pastry shop to clear away some of the debris and broken glass. They find the owner of the shop incredulously staring at Baeril before she angrily tosses a crueller at him. One of the watchman ushers the confused gnome out of the shop. Captain Wibert stares with contempt at Olaf. "Damned Republicans... This true Galdral?" he asks the guard who fetched him. "Sir, he just started going on in front of the Tower. It wasn't hurting anyone... till- till the crowd formed and-" Wibert's cheeks flush, "You didn't think a crowd would be a problem right now? Well then why don't you take Mimfred here," he points to the bloody-nosed guard "And patrol the Midden Heaps for trouble? MOVE DAMMIT or I'll make you wish your daddy pulled out early!" He screams as Watchman Galdral opens his mouth. The two guards take off running as Wibert surveys the scene. " 'Mimfred'? Oh, that figures!" Elissa mocks the bloodied guard scornfully. "Dayton," Captain Wibert says to the guard talking to Felix, who snaps to attention. "Get the bodies out of the street and stay till they wake up. I want four guards posted out front and anyone so much as blows their nose you help them get the snot out and you send them packing. Am I understood?" The guard nods and starts organizing the guard. Wibert looks over to the dwarf and grimaces. "You're killing me here Girnoril," Wibert says. "Not my problem Captain," the dwarf smiles. Wibert looks away. "Get moving." The dwarf looks smugly at Felix, spits at his feet and starts walking away. The Captain of the Guildsman District looks over the strangers with distaste. "I suppose you all want to come in then." "I guess that's up to you, sir," Benson replies, producing a sealed envelope. "Captain Schenk says we're supposed to hand this over when we get here. Wasn't particularly clear about who exactly was supposed to be receiving it, though." Captain Wibert takes the envelope and opens it before Benson can say otherwise. As he reads, his face grows more and more crimson. He crumples the letter in one hand and looks at his boots for a full minute, his breathing sounding like an angry bull. When he looks up at Benson, he looks ready to murder someone. "Yeah," he growls, "I guess you are coming in." He spins on his heels and storms into the watchtower. Cipke, oblivious to the captain's anger, motions to Deevoly so they can enter the tower. Benson looks at Kinkade and shrugs, then follows the captain, stopping only briefly to scoop up the crumpled note. Kinkade and Olaf stare at each other for a moment, the protestor smirking disdainfully. "Let's you and I have a chat inside, shall we?" Munro finally says. [/QUOTE]
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