Ghost Story

[Varric]

"Then yes, I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist on having a justicar come in," Varric says firmly, nodding. "This is too charged an incident, with too much history and weight tied up in it for a local to settle fairly. Plus, I'll want a Truthing, a full one."

[GamesMaster]

"Fine," grunts the sheriff. "A hundred gold bail, and you stay in that house of yours until the justicar comes. I don't want any more trouble in town. If I catch you in the town proper, I'll arrest you again, and you forfeit the bail."

[Varric]

A hundred fucking-- "That's a rather high number," Varric says in a choked voice. Sure, I have it (and far more) but gods be fucked! Why is-- oh. Oh shite. "Wait, he didn't die, did he? I hit him in the shoulder and I staunched the bleeding with a wound blot pad, he should have--"

[GamesMaster]

"He's alive. And he's made a counter-accusation. The whole thing's a bloody mess, but at least the situation with Marc is resolved now."

[Varric]

"Good, that's-- wait, what?" Varric demands, leaning forward. "What about Marc?"

[GamesMaster]

"We found him hidden at your place, practicing his vile magics. Lad came right out when his mother showed up. So that's settled, then. One malificar less, hopefully soon to be two when the justicar comes."

[Varric]

Came right-- his mother? "One maleficar less?" Varric asks very quietly, turning his head to study the sheriff with a distant, empty expression.

[GamesMaster]

"Exiled. Rhea's to send him off with the next caravan that passes through. We don't want his kind here."

[Varric]

Varric exhales slowly, sagging slightly for a few seconds. Good. Good. I though for a few seconds there (I got him killed) that things had gone wrong. Exile though? Interesting, I thought they burned them. "Exile?" he asks, tone more mild.

[GamesMaster]

"Rhea's suggestion. Didn't sit right with me, killing a kid that young. She's sending him to her sister in Nyra -- let him burn down the city, so long as it's not here."

[Varric]

Nyra. Thank the gods. "I see. That's good. For him and you both," Varric says honestly. "Having that sort of act on your hands isn't something that washes clean for a long, long time I'd imagine."

[GamesMaster]

The sheriff grunts. "Don't think you're getting away, maleficar. You're not a young boy."

[Varric]

"Not a maleficar either," Varric replies. 

[GamesMaster]

"We saw the magics at your house. You're a spellcaster, that's for damn sure."

[Varric]

"Magics at the-- ah. My wards," Varric realizes with a slight wince. "How badly they get hurt? The first two wards shouldn't have been too bad." But if they kept pushing, well.