This has every mark of it."
He stared at her for a few second, and then threw back his head and laughed loudly. It subsided quickly and then his face took on an extra wide grin.
"I wouldn’t bother with that line of investigation Lance Corporal. There are, as everyone knows, no more mages in Arcor. I will send a detachment to retrieve these men in due time." Facing away, he turned around and addressed the crowd.
"I would appreciate it, fine citizens, that you would pay no attention to what had been discussed here and go about your business as usual. Thank you".
He strode towards the street where he had entered and the guards formed the ring around him again as the crowed parted in front of him. From the centre Ashen called out to him.
"Sir, I-". Her voice was replied to with a dismissive wave of a hand and the guards marched away down the street without pause.
She was about to call out again, when she stopped herself. There was no point, no one like ‘him’ was going to listen. Looking up into the face of the statue again, she shivered. She couldn’t imagine anyone wanting a fate like this.
She sighed and put on her helmet, lifting the small flap that allowed the face to still be seen. She looked around at the still staring crowd.
"All right everyone, you heard the Major. Unless you have a ladder or a long piece of rope I suggest you move along."
The mass of people started to fade away and the square quickly became quiet again. She took a look around at the mess of buildings around her and thoughts swirled in her brain. It didn’t pay to be a city guard sometimes. Almost everyone hated the sight of you and you were the first targets in a riot, but she hadn’t had any other talents, and that was the only place she could go. Well, apart from, y’know, that. But it was work, you got paid, you managed to live day to day, and that was enough for most people.
Sometimes that work involved running after people and getting into fights, but most of the time it was spent walking around looking out for any trouble. They didn’t delve into crimes already committed, that was left to the ‘Investigators’ or those rich enough to hire someone to bother, but they chased after those that were caught in the act.
It wasn’t the type of job where you were expected to think, and it certainly wasn’t the job where you feared being turned into stone and used as an ornamental feature. Getting tied up and having your uniform stolen? That was natural if you didn’t know what you were doing in some of the rougher areas. But magic, they had never trained for anything like that. They hadn’t trained for very much at all really, but especially not magic.
He stared at her for a few second, and then threw back his head and laughed loudly. It subsided quickly and then his face took on an extra wide grin.
"I wouldn’t bother with that line of investigation Lance Corporal. There are, as everyone knows, no more mages in Arcor. I will send a detachment to retrieve these men in due time." Facing away, he turned around and addressed the crowd.
"I would appreciate it, fine citizens, that you would pay no attention to what had been discussed here and go about your business as usual. Thank you".
He strode towards the street where he had entered and the guards formed the ring around him again as the crowed parted in front of him. From the centre Ashen called out to him.
"Sir, I-". Her voice was replied to with a dismissive wave of a hand and the guards marched away down the street without pause.
She was about to call out again, when she stopped herself. There was no point, no one like ‘him’ was going to listen. Looking up into the face of the statue again, she shivered. She couldn’t imagine anyone wanting a fate like this.
She sighed and put on her helmet, lifting the small flap that allowed the face to still be seen. She looked around at the still staring crowd.
"All right everyone, you heard the Major. Unless you have a ladder or a long piece of rope I suggest you move along."
The mass of people started to fade away and the square quickly became quiet again. She took a look around at the mess of buildings around her and thoughts swirled in her brain. It didn’t pay to be a city guard sometimes. Almost everyone hated the sight of you and you were the first targets in a riot, but she hadn’t had any other talents, and that was the only place she could go. Well, apart from, y’know, that. But it was work, you got paid, you managed to live day to day, and that was enough for most people.
Sometimes that work involved running after people and getting into fights, but most of the time it was spent walking around looking out for any trouble. They didn’t delve into crimes already committed, that was left to the ‘Investigators’ or those rich enough to hire someone to bother, but they chased after those that were caught in the act.
It wasn’t the type of job where you were expected to think, and it certainly wasn’t the job where you feared being turned into stone and used as an ornamental feature. Getting tied up and having your uniform stolen? That was natural if you didn’t know what you were doing in some of the rougher areas. But magic, they had never trained for anything like that. They hadn’t trained for very much at all really, but especially not magic.
