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Well, this is an interesting letter.

Sword. Cloak. Check. He even grabbed his package of Warding material, and made his way to the constabulary. His cloak was wrapped around his shoulders, and pulled tight against the spring winds. He retightened his hair, making sure it was pulled back as he walked, trying to make himself look less half dead from lack of sleep, and over use of his power. He had stretched himself to the breaking point recently, and he was going to pay for it now, for several days, he was sure.

He had one of the guards go check to see if Lilija was there as he waited. At least they were getting used to seeing the scholar around now.

The guard returned with a message that the bodies had been moved to the Marshall's arena and that he would be welcome to attend upon them there. He further notes that the militia guarding the building have been told to expect his arrival and allow him entrance. There were appologies for the confusion but this event was beyond what any of them had prepared for and so they were still trying to find their footing.