[Royal Guard] Dinner with a Magistrate

[Sinner or Saint]

((This is going along with the whole Reizeau arrest and investigation affair 
SL))

     The half drow pressed the fingertips of both hands in the hollows below 
her eyes, attempting to rub the sleep-strain from them. Her bluish-black 
tinted skin seemed darker there, giving away the fatigue she was now feeling 
in the wee hours of the morning. Her dinner with Magistrate Lytia Seward had 
proved more frustrating than helpful, and it seemed that the investigation 
she had volunteered to be involved in was turning into a labyrinth of 
he-said she-said mixed in with a little evasion tossed in for extra flavor.
     She sat in a sparsely furnished office in the guardhouse, pouring over 
Drache's city merchant records. They listed the names of legitimate 
merchants in the city, and there were a lot of them. Lytia had given her 
several names, names of merchants claiming they had been accosted by city 
guards andhad money stolen from them. This was the "evidence" she had 
provided in the case against Councilor Reizeau. One or two of the names were 
on the list, but the vast majority was nowhere to be found. Granted, the 
list was comprised only of merchants who required licensing for their wares, 
but she had to start somewhere. The two names she saw, however, showed that 
their products did not match up with what Lytia had described them to be. It 
basically summed up to, so and so, an apple merchant, claimed to have been 
assaulted by the Guard and had his money stolen from him. It was most likely 
safe to assume that the people on the list shared only the names in common 
with the names she had been given, and were in fact, not the same people.
     "Which leaves me really only one real, tangible lead to follow." She 
spoke in her native drow tongue, the syllables harsh and cruel as they 
rolled off her tongue. Her voice echoed,and  despite the doubling of the 
manning in the guardhouse, she was, for the most part, alone. One name on 
the list stood out amongst all others, a certain Resque Maessen. Lytia had 
specifically mentioned that the merchants in question were tied with him. 
This seemed her only option, though with the dawn swiftly approaching, and 
little more than a few sparse moments that she'd dozed off sitting at this 
desk contributing to her sleep for the last twenty-four hours, it was best 
that she take up one of the empty cots in the guardhouse, at least for a few 
hours before persuing this lead in the case. She slammed the records book 
closed, and with a small puff of breath, extinguished the lamp on the desk, 
plunging her into blissful darkness.
     The room glowed with a faint bluish tint to her elven sight, and she 
rose, feeling her shoulders throb with tension. It was time to sleep, if she 
could, though her mind raced with questions that had no answers. She only 
hoped that she had not found herself inclined to the wrong side.


Suz, mun of many faces

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