<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/bNW52MsN/dbd79ed9f0b31be99521597b98524e6d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Good Cop, Bad Cop</strong></span><br/><strong>Tagging: Theoklia<br/>Location: Precinct Two: Third Street</strong><br/><br/>Aranus Klint suffered under a horrible curse. Or at least so he considered it. Despite the old minotaur's decades of training and many campaigns in the field, he had yet to enjoy the pleasure of going toe to toe and blade to blade against an opponent worthy or otherwise! Jokingly known as "the Two-Star Janitor", because he was never on the battlefield for the drawing of swords, so much as for the clean up after. As one of a much revered lineage of warriors and commanders, he had a great deal to live up to, so to speak, and his holiday family dinners were no doubt quite trying for him.<br/><br/>And so with this in mind, it should be no great mystery as to why he seemed in poor spirits as he lumbered down the streets of Precinct Two. With Clear Streets Eve looming and after so much time looking for a fight and finding none, he was like a sailor with seven months of spunk and no harbor in sight! NOW he was relegated to acting as a mere messenger!<br/><br/>“Legionnaire THEOKLIA!” Her superior bellowed at her upon finally catching sight of her. The streets were crowded as the merchants prepared for the Bazaar Party. But then centaurs stood out in a crowd and even with the midday bustle, it wasn't hard to spot the young mare looming above the two legged crowd. Aranus had to tread carefully as he approached so as not to step on the pedestrians buzzing excitedly about. The guildsmen and guildless alike loved the Clear Streets Bazaar Party. Azorius members in particular, as it was paradoxically a holiday built upon mercantilism but at the same time the Orzhov Syndicate was bound to keep their fingers out of the pie.<br/><br/>But even with an armistice and the Guildpact, the vigilant were blessed. At least that was what Aranus told himself as he dug about in his great coat and removed a sealed notice, "Well met, Legionnaire." He offered a stiff salute before holding out the parchment to her, "As a friend of the Legion, Bureaucrat Radu has requested our protection for the evening. Should you find yourself free and willing to choose to accept the honor, we will accompany her through tonight's festivities and I shall debrief you with further details on route. Do you accept?"