<span style="font-weight: bold">Mia</span><br/><br/>Syrene sighed softly in relief. For all her jealousy, she couldn't bring herself to hate a person like Mia, particularly in times like these.<br/>"Well, I wanted to get some fresh air, and learn the lay of the town better. It's not like my parents could forbid it - they were called away last week," she says, "Speaking of which, how is your family doing?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Trishna</span><br/><br/>The sergeant cocks her head at Trishna's odd claims, then shrugs. It seems she's accepted it, as they're so assured that they have crime under control that it seems unlikely anyone would lie to them. (Sense motive: 4, after all modifiers.) Especially considering the consequences...<br/><br/>"Sounds very awkward if you ask me," she says, "But it doesn't change anything. We'll be confiscating that."<br/><br/>"We finished taking all the temple's ceremonial weapons already," another guard pipes in, "Why would we let you keep that one?"<br/><br/>"Unless of course you can show me your registration," the Sergeant suddenly recalls, "For the snake as well. In any case, don't try to stall. We have more important things to attend to."