[Royal Guard] Guard Report: Si Howe again

[Kel Russell]

((Just copy-pasting the log))

<Kukri> "Mind if I call in one person, Vorfon?  Just to watch this gal in 
case she wakes up.  She won't say anything."  She heads into the guardhouse, 
passing the front desk without another thought, leading Kythsanara.
* Kythsanara follows Kukri, still slightly nervous
<Kukri> She glances at Kyth, waiting for an answer ...
* Kythsanara glances around. "Well?"
<Kythsanara> "Oh, right. I suppose so..."
<Kukri> Good.  Zesstra is summoned, well ... any guard, though Zesstra would 
answer, obviously.  She lays Si in a holding cell for the moment, closing 
the door after leaving to sit at a desk, flipping through some papers.  
"Alright.  I need your name, please."
<Kythsanara> "I suppose you want the short of the story"
<Zesstra_Riknueth> She sat, head bent over her desk, quill in hand, reading 
reports and whatnot. The half-drow Arms Lieutenant looked up briefly as she 
heard the door open, thin lips pressed together. It was nearing time for her 
to begin her evening patrols, and she stuffed the quill back into the ink 
bottle, rising from her seat. Her height was impressive, intimidating, at 
nearly seven feet, and she was thin, almost gaunt. ---
<Zesstra_Riknueth> --- She grunted faintly at the request of her presence, 
and edged out from behind her desk to follow Kukri. New recruit, it seemed. 
Alright... what's the problem?
<Kukri> "I want your name first."  She lofts a brow, wondering if this guy 
could even hear right.  Her eyes flicker to Zesstra and she stands, offering 
ye olde salute.  "Apprehended an apparent attempted-murderer, ma'am.  She's 
in the holding cell over there.  Got this guy in for questioning, says he 
witnessed it."
<Kythsanara> "Kythsanara Dragonblade."
<Kukri> Sitting back down, she marks down the name of this person.  
"Alright.  Now just relate what happened as you saw it.  Leave nothing out, 
if you can."  Her tone is polite, but still business-like, her eyes glinting 
brightly.  She holds the quill awkwardly, her handwriting not the best in 
the world.
<Zesstra_Riknueth> It wasn't just any guard that stood there now, arms 
crossed over her chest, the emblem of her rank and status as a Royal Guard 
standing out boldly against the blackened, silenced chainmail that covered 
her from throat to ankle. She leaned in the doorway, stormy grey eyes 
narrowed as she flickered her gaze over at the holding cell. Si. Causing 
trouble again, I see. She grunted again in the unconscious ---
<Zesstra_Riknueth> --- woman's direction, then turned her attention to the 
other woman present for questioning.
<Kythsanara> 
ACTION thinks a little. "Well. It started quite a while ago. 
We were sitting around the fire. Kurai went up to Si and greeted her. 
Hebrimbor must've said/done something to annoy her. She stood up and tried 
to kick Kurai in his vulnerables, and then twice more. The silver 
half-dragon with me hit her with the butt of my pike, stunning her. She got 
up again and tried to strangle him. It was at that point the silver and 
Hebrimbor
<Kythsanara> and Hebrimbor tried to pull her off. I hit her over the head 
with my extendible staff, that knocked her out for good. A few moments later 
you came in, and questioned us and brought me here."
<Kythsanara> "That's basically the long and the short of it..."
<Kukri> She stares at the paper a moment, then up at Kyth.  He wanted her to 
write all of -that-?  A distressed expression flashes over her face before 
she shrugs and scralws it out in her own language.  It's a myriad of tiny 
pictures, slashing lines with dots and swirls.  It's not elfin, that's for 
sure.  "Alright.  What's the silver's name?"
<Kythsanara> "I don't know... we never exchanged names..."
<Kukri> "Ma'am, do you know his name?  Said he was apprehended once and was 
killed or something."  She continues to write out what Kyth told her, eyes 
not looking up from the frantic picto-writing.
<Kukri> That was said to Zesstra.
* Kythsanara starts to juggle with a greenish orb.
<Kythsanara> "He's said many times that he has a grudge against "Glomwell", 
whoever he is
<Zesstra_Riknueth> A white brow lofted, slightly bushy, and pointed eas 
twitched. A silver half-dragon? Ihaven't the faintest who she'd referring 
to. Simple, and to the point. SHe didn't talk much, finding the sound of her 
own grating, heavily accented voice as irritating as any other. The flash of 
green catches her eye though, and she gives a sharp look at the woman. You 
are in a guardhouse. I strongly suggest that you ---
<Zesstra_Riknueth> --- refrain from doing such things, lest you find 
yourself in a cell alongside the other one.

*A report is left, scrawled in very bad Common, severe misspellings.  Folded 
behind it is the original report in a strange pictured language.  Kukri's 
homeland's language.

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