Annabella stepped calmly forward with her hands lifted in full view of everyone present. She made sure to move smoothly and stop well out of reach of the captain more to reassure him than for her own safety. She knew it was likely she would be able to escape unharmed, but she would rather avoid armed conflict if at all possible.The thought occured to the orc that perhaps using the native language would help ease tension. Familiarity brings comfort to most. [color=fff79a]"For the record, Captain,"[/color] she began in fluent, albeit heavily accented Caracan, [color=fff79a]"I did only arrived a few moments ago, but I can assure you that nothing of the sort has occured. The man you dragged away is the only one guilty of anything you described."[/color] As much as the monk detested lying, it was far better than bloodshed. She gestured toward Karlus and continued, hands still raised. [color=fff79a]"My friend performed no magic. He merely informed the man you arrested that he would have to report his treason if he continued[/color] There was a pause as she turned her head and locked eyes with the bartender. Hopefully he would hear her unspoken plea. With that, she turned her attention back to the captain. [color=fff79a]"The bartender saw the whole thing and can verify everything I have said."[/color]