"Your word isn't nearly enough, particularly when the safety of my humble town is at stake. However, the guards will have to suffice. You've done nothing wrong [i]so far[/i], and it would not do to have people arrested who might be telling a form of truth." Vandershute remarked, looking as if he was about to case them out of the town with but a wave of his hand, despite the words. "Do get good rest tonight. In the morning we will take a long walk, and guilt of lying will only lead to a day of imprisonment...as long as you tell us the truth once caught. Chaos lovers will find no sanctuary here, mark my words." 

With that he snapped thrice, his fingers like whips. Amal wasn't one to be intimidated, and as the fellow dismissed them, he blinked. "You're going to let us go back to our rooms?" He laughed just as Adolf Vandershute turned. "Then why even bother to pull us out? You could have come there yourself rather than interrupt our meal." He was about to say 'interrupt our love making' but he knew northerners were slightly more prudish than the people of his country. 

The guards looked bewildered anyone would dare speak like that to the mayor, and Vandershute had a similar reaction. He turned and glared at Amal, who stood there smug, arms crossed and an easy smile on his face. 

"Don't test me, heathen. One more word and you will find what I am like when I am truly unamused." The man clipped in warning. Amal didn't answer back. Not because he was scared, but because he wanted to have another night of comfort with Emmaline. If they were jailed tonight, they couldn't exactly share a bed or make love again, knowing they'd be in separate cells likely. That, and he knew the people of the town would 'confiscate' their riches. 

As guards were assigned to follow them back, Amal scooped up Emmaline right on the front step of the mayor's office. "I think that went rather well," He said in his most posh reikspeil. "Now, what's say we go back and have a nice [i]rest[/i]."
[@Penny]