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[@Silver Carrot][@Scyntell][@SanaChan][/center][hr]How very, [i]very[/i] convenient and generous of Lark to so brazenly hold his arms in front of him. As if Gellert would put cuffs on him. Oh, none of that. The Grey Wolf was not a guard, but a brute in man's clothing. Who needs cuffs when you can break and/or dismember criminals' arms so they can never run away and/or commit crimes until their dying breath? This sort of grim pragmatism was exactly what earned him such a bloody reputation. For the most part, he knew neither mercy nor restraint when it came to eradicating the scum of the earth. Indeed, Lark would get neither of the two in the Grey Wolf's care.

But it would be bad sport to inform him of that so early, would it not?

Gripping tight both of Lark's arms, Gellert turned him over and held them against his back. A rough movement that probably felt just as uncomfortable as a punch to the head. Thus the Grey Wolf held him like this, a prisoner of his own. People who have seen him perform a capturing maneuver like this to another, that person would soon be executed, with blade or otherwise. But surely Gellert knew better than to kill a child in the open. Surely.

[color=888866][b]"Let me tell you something you should already have known, young man,"[/b][/color] Gellert muttered in the boy's ear. [color=888866][b]"There is no bounty on you. I don't need one to end your criminal activities for a wolf does as the wolf pleases."[/b][/color] Lark having said his goodbyes to his....children, the Wolf walked with him in tow, escorting him out of the Rogues Gallery to who knows where. On the way out, he was met with someone who was clearly judging him for what he just did. A Lycan, too, if her scent spoke of anything. There was another wolf here in Wellborough? Either she was a wanderer like that Fae girl who tried to skadoosh him or the old wolf's memory was failing him again. 

[color=888866][b]"Forgive me, pup, but who are you?"[/b][/color] The tone did not deliver it, but that was an honest question. Gellert legitimately had no idea who this she-wolf was and frankly, could not be buggered enough to know right now. He resumed to escort Lark out and soon the Rogues Gallery was left to its own business. A collective sigh of relief was to be had for sure; they could've faced a massacre if that thief had spoken anything out of line.

Walking their way out of the Lawless Zone, people looked at Gellert with even more incredulous look. Never had they thought that Lark Sylvsson would be apprehended in their lifetime, yet here he was. In the custody of Wellborough's Grey Wolf. Most thought that he would carry the boy to the Guards, but they would be wrong.

He was in fact taken to the Markets.

To a certain food stall. The stall whose owner Lark had robbed earlier today. The man looked nothing less than flabbergasted at the sight of his robber. He never thought the Grey Wolf would be serious about capturing him. Gellert brought Lark close to said man, not letting him off of his iron-tight grasp. "You bastard! Stealing from me was your last mistake!" he shouted at the boy as he shook him up as best he could.

[color=888866][b]"How much money did you steal from this nice, honest man?"[/b][/color] The Grey Wolf asked him with dead seriousness. Lark had better answer this question honestly. And the vendor had better not try to profit from this, either. Lest there would be [i]two[/i] corpses he'd have to deal with.