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OOC: Galen is not a prisoner.
A patrol of Crown Guards arrived the manshion just before you took your leave. They received the news that there was an assult on the lord's home. After marking down your names and a brief description of the encounters, you were sent to the nearest tarven: The Five Dragons Inn. There were few people up this late. The group took some needed rest.
The next morning, they were summoned by Lord Gregor in the Crown Guard headquater in the southern sector of the city.
A mid aged man walked into the room. His plate armor richly decorated, a golden osprey eagle spreading its wings wide, and looking down at a sharp angle. He wore a pair of gualets, strange carved runes circled around them. No helmet, iron warboots. One hand placed on the sheathed long sword with ease. The man had the look of intelligence and determination. He scanned the party and his servant Galen.
"Well met, gentlemen. I am Lord Wolfsheim, commander of the Crown Guards. I know your names. I've heard detailed reports of the personal assault in my manshion last night. A treachery played by my enemies, no doubt. Now before I continue, have you any questions?"
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