Vambran sniffed in bemused disgust. The suggestion that he was doing anything other than what was noble and right appalled him. That just wasn't like the city watch at all, to go around insulting members of the merchant families, or of the mercenary companies, for that matter. There might be some resentment or even jealousy on the guards' parts, but rarely was there such a level of animosity and lack of respect.
At that moment, there was a commotion from the opposite end of the courtyard, where the alley emptied into it. A new group of city guards had arrived, a full squad of twelve, moving out into the open with the obvious self-confidence that Vambran was used to in Arrabar. From the first sergeant's expression, it was plain to Vambran that the man had neither expected nor welcomed the intrusion, but he was at a loss as to what to do about it for the moment. More damning evidence against him, as far as Vambran was concerned.
Briefly, the lieutenant considered just outright accusing the original soldiers as imposters to the newcomers, exposing them through their own ignorance of proper procedure and letting the new squad arrest them for impersonation of city officials and, more important, murder, but he doubted it would end as simply as that. More likely, the original group would put up a fight, and Vambran didn't want Emriana in the middle of a skirmish.
On impulse, Vambran decided to try something. Taking another drawn-out breath, he focused his attention on the sergeant in a new way, drawing on his spiritual connection with his faith and his deity to sense the man's emotions, his surface thoughts. He let the sensation wash over him, building in strength. At first, all the lieutenant could sense was the presence of thoughts tumbling around, but then he was able to focus specifically on what the man was thinking.
The sergeant was standing there looking back and forth between Vambran and the new arrivals, frowning more deeply by the moment. The new squad of watchmen drew close, and Vambran could see that they were led by a captain, a crisply dressed woman with very short dark hair and a perpetual smirk. She was eyeing the first group askance.
She finally barked, "So? What's going on here?"
Vambran smiled calmly and replied, "We were just waiting for you to arrive. The sergeant here was just about to tell me where I should report tomorrow. For the debriefing, of course," he added, still grinning disarmingly.
All the while, he was still focusing on the male sergeant's mental emanations.
"The debriefing?" the man opposite Vambran asked, obviously confused.
The watch captain nodded and said to Vambran, "Right. You need to be at the district headquarters first thing tomorrow, at seven bells. Do you know where that is?"
Vambran began to read nervousness in the fellow's mind. He pushed a little further.
"Yes, absolutely," he answered agreeably. "Seven bells. And you'll perform the divine ceremony then, too, right? To contact the spirit of the slain victims? Standard procedure whenever there's a death, right?"
The female captain nodded in agreement.
"Ask for me," she said, "Captain Leguay."
Vambran nodded, but his attention was on watching the male and still focusing on the man's thoughts and emotions.
"Oh, uh, right," the sergeant said, befuddled. Vambran was reading clear uncertainty and panic in his thoughts by then. "You said you were with House Matrell?" the sergeant asked, and Vambran sensed desperation.
"Right" he answered, smiling even more. "It's just around the next bend, in fact."
"Well, uh, then be sure to report at seven bells, just like she said."
The captain looked quizzically at her male counterpart and said, "I don't recognize you. Are you stationed in this district?"
The male's eyes widened, and his fingers flexed, as though he wanted to go for his half-spear. Vambran sensed almost overwhelming panic, and he was afraid the man would lose his nerve and simply try to fight his way out of the situation, but instead, the greasy-haired fellow shook his head and said, "No, we're from the other side of the city. We were, urn, working on a special assignment."
The female cocked one eyebrow, then shrugged it off.
"Ah, well. Saves me from having to fill out the report," she said. "Let's get the bodies to the station house."
The sergeant winced, then nodded and slunk off, just to get away from the woman's scrutiny. Vambran's smile grew even broader.
"That sounds fine," he said, and he was smiling on the inside, too.
The sergeant was clearly scrambling to maintain his facade, struggling to appear legitimate, when all he wanted to do was get away from there. The lieutenant was picking up another line of thought, too. The sergeant was very worried about Vambran finding out about the others, and what sort of threat that would be to him. Who the others were, the lieutenant could not get enough of a read on to figure out, but the sergeant was obviously afraid of them and would do whatever it took to keep them placated. It was, of course, what the lieutenant had hoped to glean from the man, figuring that thugs wouldn't go to all the trouble to kill someone and make it look like a crime on their own. Someone else had to be behind the deaths, and he figured the best way to find out was to the let the men get away with it, then track them down later.
"Tomorrow, then," the captain said, and Vambran sensed that it was time for him and his sister to leave.
"Of course," Vambran said, "We're on our way." He turned on his heel and moved over to where Emriana was still scowling at the soldier who had accosted her in the first place. "Come on, Em, let's get you home and into bed. I'm sure this is enough excitement for you for one night."
"But my-!" the girl started to protest, but Vambran clamped a hand over her mouth as he spun her around to lead her down the alley.
Emriana squirmed and tugged at her brother's hand, but when it was clear he wasn't going to let go, she relaxed and let him lead her away.
When they were far enough from the soldiers not to be overheard, Vambran released her mouth after whispering, "Don't make a scene. I have my reasons."
"They have my dagger," Emriana complained. "They never gave it back."
"That's right," Vambran replied. "I want them to keep it."
"Why?" the girl demanded, turning with a furious mien to face her brother. "That was your birthday present tome!"
"Shh!" Vambran admonished her, gesturing for her to quiet down. "Because I want to be able to find that first group of soldiers later," he explained as they passed out of the alley and back into the street. "Now I have a way to track them."
"What? How?"
"With magic," Vambran said.
Across the street from the alley, Prandles saw the two of them emerge, and his shoulders slumped in obvious relief. As the siblings approached the carriage, the driver jumped down to open the door for them.
"And why do you want to track them down?" Emriana asked quietly.
"Because I don't think they were city guards," Vambran replied. "I think something else was going on here."
He wondered if he was being as foolish as that comment just sounded. Even with all of the intrigue so common to Arrabar, thugs posing as the city watch seemed a bit farfetched.
"Then why didn't you report that to the others when they arrived?"
"Because, my incorrigible sister, you were in the middle of it, and if a fight broke out, you'd have been in a risky spot."
"I can take care of myself."
"Like you did hiding behind those crates?" Vambran asked sarcastically, scowling. "That was really foolish, you know."
"No more foolish than you running down an alley by yourself." Emriana replied smugly.
"That's different."