<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“Everyone has to have a reason on the paperwork to enter the city,”</span>Elril said, moving around the desk and picking up three sets of manacles.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“The Bloody Exarch’s is being arrested, while the individuals seen consorting with him are taken in for questioning. You really didn’t tell her anything, did you?”</span>Maleki said nothing, spacing his hands just so for the manacles to clasp around his hands<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">. “The upper gate’s being watched by some newblood tonight. Don’t slip out until we’re clear,” </span>Elril continued with as he turned away from Maleki and stepped to Aleksandra. His chin was sharp and angular, face molding with the chin to form a pseudo-chiseled appearance. His hair was very short, save for a small tuft along his forehead.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"> “If you would like, my lady, we can save the manacles for until we reach the summit. Either way, I request that both of you sit patiently as I retrieve the other individual in question.”</span><br/><br/>Maleki turned and sat without being told again, sitting as comfortably as he could with manacled hands. Elril grabbed his weapons and Maleki’s, nodded to both Maleki and Aleksandra, and marched out of the office, slamming the door unintentionally in the process. Maleki said nothing, but his hands started to move the moment the door closed. Counting with his fingers, he waited until he hit ten before he said anything.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> “Elril will be gone for about twenty minutes, thirty if Tommen resists,” </span>Maleki says, slumping even further into his seat.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Easiest way into the city is to get arrested. We’d be stuck at the gate for a few days any other way.” </span>Maleki’s head lulled back, resting on the back of the chair for a moment as he came to terms with his early arrival in his hometown.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“I am sorry for not saying too much on this arrangement,” </span>Maleki said, once he was ready.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“My problems are my own, and technically this is part of my problem. Once Wei-...” </span>Maleki paused, and his eyes glanced about for a moment, before he continued.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> “...once Lord Bach has his questions answered, I can show you why all of this is as it is.” </span>With that, Maleki closed his eyes, intending on waiting for his proverbial guillotine, mind swimming to guess what he may be asked to do.