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Status: Emi: Hp: 52 Ep: 39 Pp: 39, Fine.
Nysa: Hp: 42 Ep: 67 Pp: 74, Fine.
Nysa: Hp: 42 Ep: 67 Pp: 74, Fine.
Well.... Shit. This was the thought of most everyone that stood before the magistrate of Lockacre when a mistake had been made, and one had most certainly been made... There was no real telling who had started the fight, but the fire that had decimated the Inn, ironically named "The Dancing Fox", was surely and rightfully blamed on Nysa, the small kitsune probably still being an obnoxious pain in the ass while the other woman was tightly held right next to her as they were marched through a long and well decorated hallway and into the court room, the only people there being a slew of guards everywhere, wearing matching plate armour, the owner of the Inn that had been burned down, sitting and still red in the face, his exceedingly fat belly hidden behind the well lacquered hardwood table across the room, glaring at them, a man to the far left against the wall, concealed by long blue robes, and the magistrate himself, looking extremely annoyed atop his raised platform, his features drawn into a scowl as both women were roughly shoved into chairs.
The Magistrate leaned forward, an older man, probably in his late 50s with short grey hair and harsh lines across his face, and spoke in a tone that reminded anyone listening of a soldier. "I Could ask what happened, or why there was a fight, or who was to blame. But I don't really need to. You!" He said pointing at the kitsune with a long gnarled finger "Had no call burning down the Inn, whatever the slight. and You!" He basically shouted, pointing at the purple haired swordswoman on her left "Didn't need to ignore every guard screaming at you to stop until you were knocked out. As far as I know, you two don't even know eachother!" He shouted, slamming his hand down upon the table.
The fat man to their right, the apparent owner of the Inn, was grinning like a cat, a younger man, probably mid 30's with a paunch that had to be considered legendary and wearing red and gold lined finery that showed off his exceeding wealth chuckled and started to speak, until being silenced by a glare from the Magistrate. "Don't even start Rellus! You know they don't have the coin to rebuild the Inn, and you aren't getting any slaves. so Shut it" the Magistrate said angrily, knowing exactly what was on Rellus' mind before the words had even left his mouth, which wiped the smirk right off the fat man's face and caused him to glower, his bright orange hair making his red face look all the more amusing.
"Now... I have no idea how to punish a mage" He said glaring back at the kitsune, but the Academy does. "Gregor. I leave them in your hands, They are banished from Lockacre until you say their punishment has been met". The robed man, hearing his name, nodded and pulled his hood back, revealing a man who could only be called ancient. He was far from weak however as he walked over to the two with a confident stride and set a pair of small metal rings on the table in front of them. His hair, long and bone white, was offset by his weathered features and sharp, blood red eyes. "Those go on your ankles, one each. No exceptions. Meet me outside when they're on, if you don't the guards will make you, if they fail, I will make you, and I am not to be trifled with" he said menacingly, with a voice that reminded them both of harsh winds and storms told of in tales, his power almost palpable for a second as his eyes burrowed into each of theirs in turn.
Grinning at them, suddenly all smiles, he turned suddenly and strode out of the room, the guards all very nervous and leveling crossbows until Gregor's order had been followed, or something was attempted. It was obvious that he was, in fact, going to wait outside....
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