Guards and Order

[Father Lelldorin]

Lelldorin gestures towards a nearby wall where there are four stacks of stools stored out of the way. "By all means. And perhaps you might get one for T as well?"

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

Dammit.

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, The Protector bows her head "Of course." And turns to get the stools. They're a bit big for her to handle two at a time, so instead she takes then one at a time, offering the first one to Tea before retrieving one for herself.

"I suppose I should start at the beginning, but how far back is that? do I start with this week? or month? or arriving at the city?" she muses, more asking herself than asking her audience.

[NPCs]

"Can we go?" The merikos kender asks sullenly, crossing her arms. "Guard Bitch is already boring me."

[Father Lelldorin]

"Good," Lelldorin says firmly. "More than this," he gestures at the herbs and tools on the table, "it's patience you need to learn most."

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

T plops onto a stool, leaning back against the wall in a dangerous pose. 

[Solras, The Protector]

"When I came to this city and outcast from my people. I wanted to do good. It's what I was taught, the culture I came from, and who I am. I thought I could do the best good in the Guard. That's the purpose of the guard, to protect the city, to protect those that call the city home. I thought I was doing Good. But, there was doubt. A nagging doubt in my mind. So I opened my eyes, and saw that the Guard wasn't protecting all people, just some. The rich. The wealthy. But I thought there was still good in the Guard. I thought I could work hard, and change things so that they would protect all..."

Solras looks at the floor as she speaks, not softly in a whisper, but deeply, from the back of her throat. Her Common accent removes most, or all, hints of emotion or tonality from her speech, but her body more than makes up for the lack for whomever is watching.

"I thought things could be changed... That all it would take is someone to push for them..."

[Father Lelldorin]

"She think she in a story or summ'in?" one of the catfolk asks the elf, who simply shrugs a reply. 

"And then?" Lelldorin asks, voice gentling since his last words.

[Solras, The Protector]

"The raid last night."

Solras answered simply, pausing for a long time before continuing

"It was wrong. There was no due process, there was no control. It was to be a roundup. I couldn't let it happen, not without trying to... to..."

Words fail her for a moment... what was she trying to do when she told Adonis and... Miki was it? Or is that the name of a different cat she heard somewhere? What was she trying to do when she told them? Stop the raid? weaken it? arrange resistance? a protest? She had to do something and that was all she could think to do.

"I warned the cats. I disobeyed orders, broke secrecy..... so that it wouldn't be as bad as it might have been."

[NPCs]

The merikos kender girl scoffs loudly and starts to say something, but a catfolk lad who'd been just watching quietly speaks faster. "Warned a catfolk. And which one?"

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras the protector lowers her head even further at the correction. "Catfolk... My apologies. I meant no offense and will correct myself in future."

Her head returns to her former position slowly. she's still looking at the floor, but not so severely that her face is hidden,

"I warned two. One I'd met in a bar, name of Adonis. Our conversation had been short, but he was polite, kind, and had a good head on his shoulders. He would know how to make the best use of my news. I believed he would do what I couldn't to prevent what was planned. There was another with him. black and white dappled, young... I think I chased him as a thief once before I realized what was... before I realized the truth of this place... I don't know his name, but Adonis definitely knew him and trusted him."

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

"Sounds like Mikael," suggests T. 

[NPCs]

The catfolk leans back slowly, expression thoughtful. "That... does jive with what I know," he muses. "Why? Why help? And skip the fancy talk, my common isn't that good for it."

[Solras, The Protector]

 That question snaps Solras's head up to look with surprise at the catfolk who asked.

"Because the raid was going to be horrible! It was going to be a roundup or a slaughter! the description we had to look for was so bad that four in seven catfolk might match, and one in five humans too! There would have been murders, and rapes! By the guard! We that should be the ones protecting, instead being used as a cudgel for the amusement of one rich person! To mete out an unjust and undeserved petty revenge! I could not, I WILL not be party to that."

[NPCs]

"We ain't your tribe. Lots of evil shit gets done to a lot of good people. More to just normal people. Why help us? Sounds like it got you cast out. Big price, yah?"