"You dare invoke the name of the General?" the official responded, distaste dripping from his words. "You are not the first scum who tried that. We shall see!" The official withdrew a small stone from his pocket and began to mutter into it. "There's a group claiming your name, sir. A green tiefling, kurjian, a few humans... yes. They obviously killed someone. ...Yessir. Yes. Of course, right away." 

The man glared at the group for a moment, the guards still picking their way across the ice. As they reached the far side, the official gave a sigh. "Hold, guards. These are under official orders from the General and are not to be hampered. Today, at least." He directed one of his guards to remain and motioned for the rest to return. "Please ensure this scene is adequately cleaned. We don't need any more rats in this filthy cesspool." The official's eyes fell to the slumbering ratfolk and he spat to the side, muttering something under his breath before turning to leave. A few moments later, his entourage finally trekked back across the treacherous ice and began to jog to catch up, loud clanging echoing as their armor beat against the crumbling cobblestones.

The remaining guard approached the group and lifted the helmet's visor revealing a canine kurjian female inside. "Don't mind the captain," she said. "He's always like that. If you could finish your business quickly and be on your way, that would be best for all of us." She looked down at the goliath and scrunched her face in disgust. "I think I know this man. If he's who I expect, he got what was coming to him. I must have reported him a few times, but nothing happens in this burrough without the captain overseeing it. I probably shouldn't say it, but thanks for making the streets just a little safer today."