Ulor’s stealthy display of legerdemain was a bit more obvious than he intended, and despite his magical prowess, the captain was easily able to see through the illusion. With his longsword, he sliced through the air, cutting directly through where the piece of paper was held, the sword phasing directly through the illusory writ. 

The captain then sheathed his shortsword and waved off his guards. “Look, I can tell you’re really not capable of hurting us without a damned good reason. I’m not looking to pick fights, but you can’t be out here making giant forms of tentacle monsters in the streets. Now, get out of here. Don’t make me put you in chains.” As he turned away from the group, he noticed the pissant who had started to run earlier was still waving sheepishly at the tiefling. A quick whack to the man’s jaw, and he straightened to attention.

“The General is a busy man,” the captain continued. “Lots of people want to see him. If you tell me why you want to talk to him, perhaps I’ll schedule you in. Toss in a few gold pieces, and I might bump you up the appointment list. What do you say?”