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<blockquote data-quote="Trench" data-source="post: 4198814" data-attributes="member: 40464"><p>As the group follow the captain inside, the watchmen find the layout very familiar. A basic, military-style tower with benches and racks of weapons line the walls. A desk with a harried desk sergeant looks across at them as they pass by cells that are packed full. Usually, they would be full of the drunk or ignorant. This time each cell is packed with men and women of all sorts, with a tired guard watching over each cell to make sure they don't kill each other.</p><p></p><p>Wibert looks back and is annoyed to see the shackled protestor following. "Dammit boy," he snaps at Munro "You couldn't have just taken him out back and given him a kicking? Hells... Just toss him in the privy for now. Least there's some room in there."</p><p></p><p>The stairs upstairs lead up to the barracks on the second floor, which they pass by. As they reach the third, the turn left and enter an office.</p><p></p><p>Inside sitting at the desk is one of the Commisar's Men, recognizable from the darker shade of blue of his livery. To his right stands another Captain of the Watch, this one an old man. To his left are two more Captains, one with a thick black beard and another sitting in a chair with long blonde hair and glasses- the latter wearing black and blue studded leather armor in defiance of the standard issue plate mail for captains.</p><p></p><p>The blonde Midtown captain winks at Deevoly, which ellicits a cleared throat from the Commisar's Man. The bearded captain's jaw has dropped as he sees Baeril and Elissa and his face turns purple. This seems to cheer up Captain Wibert as he stands next the older captain- who simply looks bored.</p><p></p><p>The Commisar's Man clears his throat again. "My name is Dante Jurgen. I was wondering..." he looks pointedly at Captain Wibert, who can barely hide his smirk "If perhaps you could introduce yourselves?"</p><p> </p><p>Baeril bounces forward, and grasps the Commisar's Man hand and begins pumping it furiously.</p><p></p><p>"Baeril Nebehed Callad Segerf Wanderwild Underhill, at your service. How pleasant to meet you. Your uniform is very smart, your mother must be very proud. My mother always said that a sharp uniform reflects well on the one who wears it. My brother wears this red uniform and this tall furry hat, and he goes marching back and forth defending the border, badda-dump, badda-dump, badda-dump, badda-dump!"</p><p></p><p>Baeril demonstrates, marching back and forth, his arms and legs stiff, swinging like a child's wooden toy soldier.</p><p></p><p>"I'm here about the wagon burglary. There's quite a lot of watchmen here -- you know, they never say there's one about when you need one and, ho ho, look, they're all over the place when I need one, so let me tell you, I'll be correcting people next time they say that -- and I was just hoping you could loan me, oh, six or seven and we'd pop over to Fairbriar Street and help that man find out who burglarized his wagon. There's pastry in it for them."</p><p></p><p>He beams up at the soldier, smiling hopefully.</p><p> </p><p>Wibert chuckles at the gnome's introduction and the bearded captain turns more violet as his hands ball into fists. Jurgen looks flummoxed but recovers enough to glare again at Wibert.</p><p></p><p>"Thank you. We'll... certainly look into that." </p><p> </p><p>"Sir," Kinkade says, clearing his throat in the awkward silence that follows. "Kinkade Munro of Oldtown. Eager to do my part."</p><p></p><p>"Cipke Arnag, sir. I am watch mage for Midtown, but I grew up around this district."</p><p></p><p>"Elissa Gladesmere. Security Consultant from Qualin's Books. You asked us to send a representative, and here I am." Elissa gives the bearded captain a penetrating glare, as she hands the opened invitation bearing the Watch seal back to the Commisar's man.</p><p> </p><p>"Hi!" Deevolly smiles widely. "Deevolly Bencez. Midtown born and raised." She returns her Captain's conspiratory wink.</p><p> </p><p>"Benson Gallaway, Oldtown," the watchman says curtly. He's still more interested in getting a crack at interrogating Olaf than exchanging pleasantries.</p><p> </p><p>"Felix Dallimothan. I come as a representative of the Flight of Bahamut and House Dallimothan. I am at your disposal."</p><p></p><p>Most of captains nod politely at the formalities, but all of them start as Felix mentions his name. Only the Commisar's Man seems unsurprised by the young noble's presence.</p><p></p><p>"And on behalf of the Commissar, I thank you and the great House of Dallimothan for their offer of help to this venture.</p><p></p><p>Jurgen nods to Elissa as he looks over the open letter, Wibert's smug grin fading as he does so. "Well gentlemen," Jurgen says. "That settles it. Captain Schenk has voted 'yea' to the proposal." The bearded captain looks defiantly at Wibert, who is ready to boil over.</p><p></p><p>"For those who are not acquainted, Captain Everard Wibert of the Guildsman District. Captain Edgar Nacthmann of the Temple District," Jurgen motions to the older captain. "And Captain Bartel Denton and Josef Herdling of the South Market and Midtown respectively." The bearded captain and the leather-wearing captain nod. "First," Jurgen continues. "I deeply thank you, all of you," Jurgen glances at the grimacing South Market captain. "For your help with the mob outside. As you can see, Ptolus is undergoing a bit of a crisis."</p><p></p><p>"Something they wouldn't have had to see if we met in the South Market as I requested," Captain Denton says.</p><p></p><p>"If I'm gonna have strangers sh*t in my house, then I'll damn well show them the state of the privy!" Wibert barks back.</p><p></p><p>"That is enough from both of you," Jurgen snaps. Captain Denton simmers quietly.</p><p></p><p>"You aren't my boss, Lieutenant." Wibert snarls.</p><p></p><p>"No," Jurgen replies. "But I report directly to the man who is."</p><p></p><p>The only thing that punctuates the uncomfortable silence is a nervous laugh from Captain Herdling.</p><p></p><p>Jurgen continues. "All of you have been selected to participate in a pilot program tentatively called 'The Tenth Precinct'. In theory, it is a 'floating' district- called to aid in special cases that supercede normal inquiry at the discretion of individual and, in the case of city-wide occurences, a majority of captains. As it this is an experiment, this will not as of yet replace your current watchman residency. It will simply be on an as needed basis. All of you will be compensated for your assistance, either in addition to your current salary or on retainer for those as of yet unaffiliated with the city government."</p><p></p><p>"Now, if this arrangement is unacceptable to any of you or you have any questions, please speak up."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Trench, post: 4198814, member: 40464"] As the group follow the captain inside, the watchmen find the layout very familiar. A basic, military-style tower with benches and racks of weapons line the walls. A desk with a harried desk sergeant looks across at them as they pass by cells that are packed full. Usually, they would be full of the drunk or ignorant. This time each cell is packed with men and women of all sorts, with a tired guard watching over each cell to make sure they don't kill each other. Wibert looks back and is annoyed to see the shackled protestor following. "Dammit boy," he snaps at Munro "You couldn't have just taken him out back and given him a kicking? Hells... Just toss him in the privy for now. Least there's some room in there." The stairs upstairs lead up to the barracks on the second floor, which they pass by. As they reach the third, the turn left and enter an office. Inside sitting at the desk is one of the Commisar's Men, recognizable from the darker shade of blue of his livery. To his right stands another Captain of the Watch, this one an old man. To his left are two more Captains, one with a thick black beard and another sitting in a chair with long blonde hair and glasses- the latter wearing black and blue studded leather armor in defiance of the standard issue plate mail for captains. The blonde Midtown captain winks at Deevoly, which ellicits a cleared throat from the Commisar's Man. The bearded captain's jaw has dropped as he sees Baeril and Elissa and his face turns purple. This seems to cheer up Captain Wibert as he stands next the older captain- who simply looks bored. The Commisar's Man clears his throat again. "My name is Dante Jurgen. I was wondering..." he looks pointedly at Captain Wibert, who can barely hide his smirk "If perhaps you could introduce yourselves?" Baeril bounces forward, and grasps the Commisar's Man hand and begins pumping it furiously. "Baeril Nebehed Callad Segerf Wanderwild Underhill, at your service. How pleasant to meet you. Your uniform is very smart, your mother must be very proud. My mother always said that a sharp uniform reflects well on the one who wears it. My brother wears this red uniform and this tall furry hat, and he goes marching back and forth defending the border, badda-dump, badda-dump, badda-dump, badda-dump!" Baeril demonstrates, marching back and forth, his arms and legs stiff, swinging like a child's wooden toy soldier. "I'm here about the wagon burglary. There's quite a lot of watchmen here -- you know, they never say there's one about when you need one and, ho ho, look, they're all over the place when I need one, so let me tell you, I'll be correcting people next time they say that -- and I was just hoping you could loan me, oh, six or seven and we'd pop over to Fairbriar Street and help that man find out who burglarized his wagon. There's pastry in it for them." He beams up at the soldier, smiling hopefully. Wibert chuckles at the gnome's introduction and the bearded captain turns more violet as his hands ball into fists. Jurgen looks flummoxed but recovers enough to glare again at Wibert. "Thank you. We'll... certainly look into that." "Sir," Kinkade says, clearing his throat in the awkward silence that follows. "Kinkade Munro of Oldtown. Eager to do my part." "Cipke Arnag, sir. I am watch mage for Midtown, but I grew up around this district." "Elissa Gladesmere. Security Consultant from Qualin's Books. You asked us to send a representative, and here I am." Elissa gives the bearded captain a penetrating glare, as she hands the opened invitation bearing the Watch seal back to the Commisar's man. "Hi!" Deevolly smiles widely. "Deevolly Bencez. Midtown born and raised." She returns her Captain's conspiratory wink. "Benson Gallaway, Oldtown," the watchman says curtly. He's still more interested in getting a crack at interrogating Olaf than exchanging pleasantries. "Felix Dallimothan. I come as a representative of the Flight of Bahamut and House Dallimothan. I am at your disposal." Most of captains nod politely at the formalities, but all of them start as Felix mentions his name. Only the Commisar's Man seems unsurprised by the young noble's presence. "And on behalf of the Commissar, I thank you and the great House of Dallimothan for their offer of help to this venture. Jurgen nods to Elissa as he looks over the open letter, Wibert's smug grin fading as he does so. "Well gentlemen," Jurgen says. "That settles it. Captain Schenk has voted 'yea' to the proposal." The bearded captain looks defiantly at Wibert, who is ready to boil over. "For those who are not acquainted, Captain Everard Wibert of the Guildsman District. Captain Edgar Nacthmann of the Temple District," Jurgen motions to the older captain. "And Captain Bartel Denton and Josef Herdling of the South Market and Midtown respectively." The bearded captain and the leather-wearing captain nod. "First," Jurgen continues. "I deeply thank you, all of you," Jurgen glances at the grimacing South Market captain. "For your help with the mob outside. As you can see, Ptolus is undergoing a bit of a crisis." "Something they wouldn't have had to see if we met in the South Market as I requested," Captain Denton says. "If I'm gonna have strangers sh*t in my house, then I'll damn well show them the state of the privy!" Wibert barks back. "That is enough from both of you," Jurgen snaps. Captain Denton simmers quietly. "You aren't my boss, Lieutenant." Wibert snarls. "No," Jurgen replies. "But I report directly to the man who is." The only thing that punctuates the uncomfortable silence is a nervous laugh from Captain Herdling. Jurgen continues. "All of you have been selected to participate in a pilot program tentatively called 'The Tenth Precinct'. In theory, it is a 'floating' district- called to aid in special cases that supercede normal inquiry at the discretion of individual and, in the case of city-wide occurences, a majority of captains. As it this is an experiment, this will not as of yet replace your current watchman residency. It will simply be on an as needed basis. All of you will be compensated for your assistance, either in addition to your current salary or on retainer for those as of yet unaffiliated with the city government." "Now, if this arrangement is unacceptable to any of you or you have any questions, please speak up." [/QUOTE]
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