New Bounty

Sergeant Sordoc, noticing the bounty will make a few inquiries as to who put up the bounties notes, who's providing the collateral for the bounty and for further details on the crimes. He doesn't remove the sign yet.

Martin, during one of his in-town trips to resupply, notices the sign and rips it down with a silent anger, then heads straight for the office of the guard to inquire with a huff, "Who the hells put this up and since when is adultery a crime?"

Cruven would look over one of the flyers and chuckle to himself briefly before removing one and pocketing it.

((This is assuming there are multiple, if only one, he would leave it posted and just walk away with a slight smirk))

(I'll send you each a message this evening.)

Being sat in the office waiting for his answers, he turns at the force of the door slamming open.

"Hey! Watch it, we only got them hinges sorted las' month. Wha's all tha fuss..."

He'll see Kin'shael storm in and shout.

"H-hey... oh, Kin...calm down, I be tryin' ta find out wha' tha fuss be about meself. So hold ya hippogryphs an' wait a tad."

He waves his hand over beckoning Kin to his bench in the room.

"Ya ain't tha only one in a wonder o'er them signs. We'll find out soon enough."

He mutters, "Gonna be problems an' politics lad, so calm down, afore ya end up wi' a bucket o water in ya face ta cool ya down."

Gwemmegil reviews the notice when she checks the board, commits the description to memory, and makes a mental note to keep her eyes open.

The lad frowns deeper and glares at the gnome as he asks him to calm down, just before stepping towards him and slam his right hand against the table.

"You want me to calm down? Are you 'telling' me to calm down!?"

Closing now his fists, clearly doing his best to not go any further, he continues.

"Are you trying to know what's going on? EVERYONE HERE SHOULD KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON BEFORE HAVING THESE NOTES ALL AROUND TOWN, SORDOC!" He yelled, quickly rubbing his face with both hands as he realized the tone he just used to speak with the gnome, shaking his head after and lowering his voice again, though still sounding irritated.

"Whoever did this, is stepping out of here to talk with me 'right now'. I'm not moving from here until I know what proof they have to do such a thing, and so even a seargent doesn't have any info about it."

He would then step back a few steps and cross his arms, glancing nervously around, resembling a bomb that could explode at any time.

"...And I'm telling you, this is Angie who we're talking about. I'm not gonna be caring about any politics here."

"Lad...bes' not get so annoyed."

Sordoc raises a hand and counts off his fingers.

"Wun, I be a sergeant, aye, but a Sergeant o' tha militia, it's out o' my jurisdiction, so I gotta wait fer tha official werd to come down.

"Two, this bounty may be lodged wi' tha guards by a third party, Not always convenient for payin' a bounty if ya always be adventurin' an so.

"Three, if it be third party, then it coul' be third party fer politicin' ta make, You know Angie's possition an' such... does smell a tad fishy.

"An' four, I knows ya a mage, an' be wi' tha guild, but threatenin' tha rank an' file, in front o' witnesses, may get ya time in tha drunk tank..." He cants his head to one side, "if tha's been finished yet."

"I know tha situation ya be in, lad... So cool ya head, an' wait fer tha paperwerk, afore I pick ya up an' give ya a dunk in tha horse trough outside."

He looks over to Kin with sympathy.

"An' wha' would Angie think, findin' out ya had ta spend a few nigh's in the drunk tank cos ya got a tad hotheaded."

(Messages sent.)

Sordoc looks at the note handed to him, and quickly reads through it.

With a thoughtful sigh, he scribbles down a few things on a piece of paper and hands it back.

"Tha's somewhat interestin'...confirmed a few thin's...now I got folk ta talk ta."

He looks over to Kin'shael.

"You comin'?"

After Sordoc, the young mage is also handed with a list of information, so after reading through it he looks up at the gnome and shakes his head.

"No.. I need to look for Angie now. I... I'll see you later."

With a frustrated and irritated look, the lad dips his head towards the gnome and leaves quietly.

The guards stationed at the east gate regard Isiolia with mild caution, given that she is dragging a body in tow. They look briefly to the body before ushering her by. One guard offers to carry the legs, the other remains behind to continue standing at his post. As you continue in, the guard assisting Isiolia mentions that it would be prudent to deliver it to the jail, where she will be rewarded after a quick autopsy for confirmation.

After being directed accordingly, Isiolia finds herself observed by the commonfolk passing by, those flanked by others whispering cautiously. It doesn't take much to figure that the gossip of adultery was more than enough to entertain the community, given how quiet things had been recently for them. The rest seem much too occupied with their daily routine to give the elf a second glance.

Making for the jail Isiolia eventually enters into one of the nearby buildings comprised of stonework and iron bars.. a stark contrast to the more welcoming homes and small market in the town square. The guard assisting helps long enough to plop the body down inside, leaving the elf with the on-duty constable. A balding man reaching the halfway point in his life, this officer of the guard simply regards Isiolia and her prize with a jaded scowl.

"What's the body for, lass? Bounty, I reckon?" He doesn't bother to give her time to answer as he pushes himself to his feet, moving to look over the corpse. Giving the hair a quick brush out of the cold, dead face, the guard grunts once and heads back to his comfortable seat. Clearly, it didn't seem to matter to him as much as one might think. "Right, we'll compensate you, just leave it here and then you can be on yer way. One hundred-thousand. Must be fun going out killing for a living."

"Surprising, since there seems to be so much need fer guards here..." the gruff man gave a gesture to his nearby subordinate, who proceeded to manhandle the corpse. The balding officer jingled an overweight coinpurse, lofting it above the desk towards the elf.

"Right then, on yer way. Don't spend it all in one place," he grumbled. Unless given any other question or progression in conversation, the man seems occupied with his own clerical duties. The second guard drags off the body into another room in the jail for inspection.

(Will compensate you in-game at a later time, apologies for the lateness of a response.)