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	The head guard does glare at Kaldalis in a way to portray both amazement and suppressed amusement. Perhaps he is taken aback by the warrior’s claims and audacity of requests. Concluding a moments silence, he does reply to Kaldalis:
 
	“Darmanious?” He says, though his voice sounds rather choked. “You say Darmanious attacked you? The unarmed innkeeper? The same man that has never even hurt so much as an insect in all his years in Trios? Perhaps he threw his keys at you?” The guards tone changes to that of mocking sarcasm. “Or perhaps he poked you with his pinkie finger? How horrifying for a man such as yourself, yes?” 

	The guard now chuckles while the two guards handling Kaldalis start laughing and those in the hallway follow suit. Soon their laughter is so entirely loud it would likely be heard out in the streets. 

	“So let’s do it, shall we?” Another of the guards suggest between laughs. “Let us give him back his sword. We should ignore the mangled corps of the innocent and take him at his word. What else do we need to hear?” 

	"No-no!" Yet another guard jests; "It is clear who is actually responsible for this horrendous crime - It was that cat over there, the one licking its ass on the table!"

	The laughter becomes louder at this comment, and continues on for some time before it abruptly stops when the head guard raises one hand with a snap of his fingers. Now serious, he steps forth to Kaldalis. 

	“How about [i]no[/i]?” He grins auspiciously. “Relax, convict. You will get your chance to state your case to the magistrate and at that time you may plead your innocence. For now you will come with us. Perhaps you can share some more funny tales of your wildly innocent adventures along the way, yes?”

	Assuming Kaldalis does not put up a fight, the guards now escort him from his room and out into the street where the other five guards surround their position. The group of ten guards with Kaldalis at their center move on towards Town Hall. 

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	The two guards seem rather bored at their posts, and less than perturbed when Boris approaches them. One could say they appear somewhat amused by the monstrosity of a man standing before them. Perhaps the amusement derived from Boris’s obvious childlike demeanor. It was clear his mind was... lacking common intellect.  

	“You have come to see Ovarin, have you stranger?” The guard on the left asks, though it is obvious by his tone that he is making ill of Boris’s disability. “Ovarin has been a [i]very[/i] naughty boy, has he not?” 

	The guard to the right does smirk, though refrains from laughter, and concurs; “A very naughty boy, [i]indeed[/i].”  

	“So how about it?” The one on the left suggests; “Should we allow this highly intelligent gentlemen entry to the Holds cell block? Should we simply wave him through for the sake of [i]very special[/i] circumstances? Should we inform the other guards that a giant baby wishes to visit one of our detained thieves?” 

	The two guards are having difficulty not breaking into heavier laughter. Yet, despite their jesting, they do give the matter some thought. In the end, the guard on the left appears to be humorously intrigued by the prospect. 

	“You know, Nessen,” He refers to the guard on the right, “Perhaps it could be fun, no? We are all in need of a little entertainment around here, are we not?” 

	The Guard, Nessen, replied with a nod and does agree; “I believe you are right, my friend.” 

	The left guard now steps forward to Boris, looking curiously up into the large, simple mans eyes to propose a question: 

	“But first I must ask you, Boris, what reason do you have to visit Ovarin? Are you one of his [i]naughty[/i] friends?”