@daineger @Maithax @X3X
The Reclamation Bureau Field Office was set in a back alleyway of the Shifting Emporium. The dusty canvas tent matched its neighbors in wear and tear, but even so the denizens of the Emporium subconsciously avoided it when they could.
Inside were three desks haphazardly pushed to the edges to make room for the makeshift jail cell. Andy paces back and forth, sending worrying glances to the front of the tent and hoping Cat escaped safely.
The flap bursts open as an imperial strides in, bearing the vibrant skeleton markings of a Reclamation Bureau officer. Over the standard-issue coat, she wears black armor scratched from fights long past.
Following behind was the eager young mirror from earlier, now subdued with nervous looks at the imperial who was clearly his boss.
Without any ceremony, the imperial slams down a sheet of paper in front of Andy. "Where is this artifact?" she demands.
Andy looks at the paper, with a perfect sketch of Artifact 3-12. "I've never seen that before in my life," she lies, keeping the attention on her rather than on the missing Cat. "Unless I saw the paper over at that art supply tent five rows up, but even then I've never seen that drawing before, Captain Serious Face."
The imperial leans in front of her. "I don't think you understand your position here, Andraste. I am Commander Mirshann, and your evasion of the law has been impinging on my honor. Now, you will tell me where this artifact is hidden, otherwise my agents will not be as... gentle with your friend as they were with you. Do we have an understanding here?"
Andy starts to giggle, which morphs into a full on belly laugh. "You, you actually thing you can catch Cat? Wow, I didn't think the Captain– excuse me, Commander of the Rec Bureau was a comedian." She wipes at a tear forming in her eye. She looks at Mirshann with a cruel grin she had learned from a former coworker. "Nobody can even find Cat if she doesn't want to be found, much less catch her. Not even you."
Wow. No thank you. The likelihood of this guy knowing what you need is super low.
That fae probably can't help you at all. You just enjoy your walk through the bazaar. The brightly colored stalls proclaim this as the luxury goods quarter, where finely wrought gold from the Sunbeam Ruins is swapped for intricately detailed textiles from the Windswept Plateau. The traders very carefully never ask how their counterparts acquired such treasures.
You've just turned down an alley when you hear a voice call out, "You with the tattoo! Freeze in the name of the law!"
You whirl around and catch a glimpse of a Reclamation Bureau officer, a mirror with bright red wings and the ubiquitous skeleton markings. You don't have time to see more as you instinctually bolt down the alley and away from the officer.
You hear him swear as he starts to chase you. You zip in and around stalls, knocking over barrels of goods to hold the officer off.
You turn the corner onto a wide open street and skid as you try to avoid a massive hole in the ground. The officer doesn’t notice and barrels right into you, knocking you both into the hole.
You land hard, and as you get to your feet, the stench hits you like a wall. You’ve landed in the old sewers, and it's clear no one has been here in years.
The mirror gets to his feet. He wears armor light enough to move in but heavy enough to take a hit, but at least you don't see any weapons. "My name," he says, "is Taliesin, and I'm taking you in to the Reclamation Bureau. Don't try to run."
A) Fight.
B) Run.
The Reclamation Bureau Field Office was set in a back alleyway of the Shifting Emporium. The dusty canvas tent matched its neighbors in wear and tear, but even so the denizens of the Emporium subconsciously avoided it when they could.
Inside were three desks haphazardly pushed to the edges to make room for the makeshift jail cell. Andy paces back and forth, sending worrying glances to the front of the tent and hoping Cat escaped safely.
The flap bursts open as an imperial strides in, bearing the vibrant skeleton markings of a Reclamation Bureau officer. Over the standard-issue coat, she wears black armor scratched from fights long past.
Following behind was the eager young mirror from earlier, now subdued with nervous looks at the imperial who was clearly his boss.
Without any ceremony, the imperial slams down a sheet of paper in front of Andy. "Where is this artifact?" she demands.
Andy looks at the paper, with a perfect sketch of Artifact 3-12. "I've never seen that before in my life," she lies, keeping the attention on her rather than on the missing Cat. "Unless I saw the paper over at that art supply tent five rows up, but even then I've never seen that drawing before, Captain Serious Face."
The imperial leans in front of her. "I don't think you understand your position here, Andraste. I am Commander Mirshann, and your evasion of the law has been impinging on my honor. Now, you will tell me where this artifact is hidden, otherwise my agents will not be as... gentle with your friend as they were with you. Do we have an understanding here?"
Andy starts to giggle, which morphs into a full on belly laugh. "You, you actually thing you can catch Cat? Wow, I didn't think the Captain– excuse me, Commander of the Rec Bureau was a comedian." She wipes at a tear forming in her eye. She looks at Mirshann with a cruel grin she had learned from a former coworker. "Nobody can even find Cat if she doesn't want to be found, much less catch her. Not even you."
Wow. No thank you. The likelihood of this guy knowing what you need is super low.
That fae probably can't help you at all. You just enjoy your walk through the bazaar. The brightly colored stalls proclaim this as the luxury goods quarter, where finely wrought gold from the Sunbeam Ruins is swapped for intricately detailed textiles from the Windswept Plateau. The traders very carefully never ask how their counterparts acquired such treasures.
You've just turned down an alley when you hear a voice call out, "You with the tattoo! Freeze in the name of the law!"
You whirl around and catch a glimpse of a Reclamation Bureau officer, a mirror with bright red wings and the ubiquitous skeleton markings. You don't have time to see more as you instinctually bolt down the alley and away from the officer.
You hear him swear as he starts to chase you. You zip in and around stalls, knocking over barrels of goods to hold the officer off.
You turn the corner onto a wide open street and skid as you try to avoid a massive hole in the ground. The officer doesn’t notice and barrels right into you, knocking you both into the hole.
You land hard, and as you get to your feet, the stench hits you like a wall. You’ve landed in the old sewers, and it's clear no one has been here in years.
The mirror gets to his feet. He wears armor light enough to move in but heavy enough to take a hit, but at least you don't see any weapons. "My name," he says, "is Taliesin, and I'm taking you in to the Reclamation Bureau. Don't try to run."
A) Fight.
B) Run.
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