Marilyn
*A pelt was thrown at him before she leaned on the bars.*

"A week. And a formal exile from the City. They wanted you executed, so consider yourself lucky."
Mary
"'They' being the two old men I fought with, I assume. So be it. This is the price I must pay for allowing myself to be bested by anger. Still, thank you for the hide."

*Tharys sighed, picking up the pelt and wrapping it around his torso like a cloak.*
Marilyn
"I thought on it more."

*She sighed.*

"They deserved it. I would've ended up doing the same."