Chapter 1.1: Willowdark (Kaio, Geran, Rixon)

The Sheriff considers your words carefully as you speak. As he does so, he looks down at your blades in his hands and at the wound on the side of your face. As he starts to open his mouth to respond to you, two of the humans from the table in the marketplace start tripping over their tongues.

Sir, that one there, he was shooting some magic! And then he said some stuff and made that Lieutenant burst into fire!
yeah, Lurgh has the right of it! He was in the alley then out comes this wisp of something that knocked poor Pyter over, and shattered his face!

At their drunken words, he takes another look over everything in the scene. Noticing that Eldarand is indeed missing part of his beard where the hellish rebuke singed the hair off, he turns back to you.

Innocent or guilty isn't for me to decide right now. You'll be coming with us, if you're truly innocent, the Magistrate will be able to figure that part out.

Collector Strugh has no authority to convene a trial, nor adjudicate one, related to a crime of this nature. Bilking money, money forgery, or tax dodging, to be sure he'd be the one to levy charges and adjudicate you. The Magistrate will preside, as they do for all capital accusations without clear witness. I don't promise that Notter won't hold a substantial grudge against you all for your actions here, depending on the Magistrate's arguments. The Sheriff says as he pulls a whistle from under his cloak. Putting it to his lips, he pipes a sharp tune that carries over the wind. Within minutes, 3 more guards come running into the marketplace, unarmored and sliding their swordbelts on as they skidded to a halt in front of the now dispersing crowd.

Reporting as ordered, sir! they each bellow, some slightly out of breath.

Yes, we need to manacle these three and put them in the hold tonight. Let Cyrian go, he can sleep off his drink elsewhere tonight. We'll want all three cells for these louts. Oh, and make sure that one gets the mitts? He says, pointing at Geran.

At this point, if you don't resist, the three guards will shackle your wrists and lead you, accompanied by the Sheriff, to the jail. If that's the case, we'll pick up the story there. Otherwise, we'll continue playing out here. :)

@Couch - That carries just fine through the night air. Not sure how much she'll hear of it, but no special rolls needed.

Their intoxication is part of why the Magistrate will be contacted. As for medical attention, you look like you'll be fine, provided you don't get into any more trouble. I'm sure a night of rest will see you right as the rain. The Sheriff says with a chuckle as he leads you all to the jail. The walk only takes a few minutes.

When you get to the jail, the Sheriff himself processes you. Geran, your hands are bound in a special set of manacles that restrict your finger motions. As the guards hold each of you, the Sheriff pats you all down, searching for weapons. Any packs you have are taken, and their contents noted down on a ledger slip. When his fingers brush your newly acquired badge, it lingers slightly longer than on other items and the otherwise procedural man fails to note its presence in the ledger.

For the moment, you are just in your cells. The interior of the jail is simple. As you walk into the building, there is a front office, with a wall and door to the back of it. A total space of maybe 10 feet deep and the full width of the jail across. There is a desk clerk on duty. The Sheriff took a ledger book from the wall and had the guard lead all three of you through the door in the wall. What lay beyond were three cells on the right side, clearly large enough for 4 or 5 people per, if need be. They are currently empty. You see storage lockers along the side opposite the cells. You are chained to the cell while they pat you down and your belongings are secured in the lockers with keys from the Sheriff's hip. As he walks out, you notice three silver bits slipping into his pocket.

You've now been in your cells alone for about 5 minutes now. There are no exits from this room, save the door you all came through. The walls are heavy stone with no obvious mortar joints. The bars of your cells are very heavy and set into the stone floors.