“Yes ma’am!” The guard says, flinching and rolling onto the ground. “I won’t talk about the bloody amulet anymore!”
He merely whimpers as the precious stone falls to the ground with a thump, knocked lose by Atheana’s accurate missiles…
The trio stands in front of the desk, watching the captain of the city guard read over their files, smoking his pipe.
“Atheana, you have several warrants out to do with your antisocial, violent behavior… mhmm… Hines, you have several disorderly conduct charges pending on your record… Mhmm… Dante, you’ve been mistaken as an apparition several times on account of your color and height, but it doesn’t seem you’ve ever broken any real laws…”
Smoke whirls around the room, and hangs around the bearded face of the old man as he speaks, his eyes on his files. The room, lit by a single candle, seems more like a personal office than a chamber in the Varrock palace, but the furniture is all extremely sturdy, and the floors and surfaces remain clean despite the Oder and presence of tobacco smoke. Atheana coughs, tears coming into her eyes due to the stale, stagnant air in the office.
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