<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">“No,”</span>Maleki said simply at the question of the necklace, moving towards where the guardsmen seemed to flow into and out of.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"> “You and Tommen have no idea of my past here. Simply speak the truth and you will be fine,”</span>Maleki said frankly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">“Weiland’s gonna be a pain in the ass about it, but he values someone being straightforward and honest, so it shouldn’t take long in that regard. I’ll…”</span>Maleki stopped himself as they finally stepped out of the bazaar like entry and towards the garrison at the entrance to the city. There was more activity at the gates, much more than any nominal skeleton crew another city would use during the night. Seems as if the city had learned from their mistake and is ready to hold their broken line this time around. Maleki’s heart began to beat quicker as he made the first step towards the garrison.<br/><br/>He was not looking forward to the outcome of this action in any sort of capacity, and his body was agreeing with him. But once he stepped up to the doorway being flanked on either side by a quartet of guards, his reservations were strangled down. His shoulders relaxed but adjusted up slightly, not drooping. His breathing slowed to a very respectable pace, and his eyes lost their luster as they had before at the camp.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">“I would like to report to Captain Elril Dusklight on a bounty that the Ruined Council has made available,”</span>Maleki said, deadpan in delivery. The guards nodded and Maleki continued forward into the garrison. He did not stop for directions, walking the halls, following the same route he had taken nearly a half dozen times before upon arrival and gods know how many times during the jobs required of him. But finally, a pair of doors that were nearly sharing the same doorway waited for him, with one ajar and the other closed tight.<br/><br/>Maleki exhaled for what felt like the first time since arrival and lowered his hood before taking a step and entering the door that was ajar.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">“Elril, I’m early this time,”</span>Maleki said, to the room, hands already moving to remove his belt and with it his weapons.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">“I deny my right for representation and disarm fully for surrender.”</span>In the room for Aleksandra to see was an actually dimly lit room. The eyes from within that greeted them seemed to reflect almost like an animal’s. While Elril was completely human, he was adept as a watchman and scout during the dead of night, as his eyes were naturally gifted past what the average was. He stood a few inches taller than Maleki did, and both a beautifully shaped shield and the outline of a sword leaned against the desk that the eyes hovered over.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“Any particular reason?” </span>a strong voice akin to what one would expect from a heroic leader or friend of his soldiers general to have rang out from the room as the eyes stood and moved towards the door.<br/><br/>Maleki pointedly ignored the question and dropped his belt on the ground, before moving to the clasp of his cloak.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">“I am travelling with two others: the lady behind me, and the only man in the tent complex with a board against his tent flap. Can you bring them in for… ‘questioning’?”</span>