Guards and Order

[Father Lelldorin]

The priest, meanwhile, simply allows the pair to have their discussion with great politeness and patience. 

[Wylde]

"It was my fault, the least you could do is let me treat you," she argues. 

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch smiles "Your fault? Who was it that gave that <dw>malicious idiot</dw> the foil they needed to trigger the mob? Was that you? No. We will take our lumps, and learn our lesson. no shirking. The lesson must be learned."

[Wylde]

"Healing doesn't come cheap," Wylde points out. "That's a sort of lesson itself."

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch smiles again

"Healing also takes money we neither of us have to spare."

[Wylde]

"Well, I mean... if I scale back, some, and don't put aside any of my savings... I could pay for it."

[Father Lelldorin]

"You were both punished for your actions at the market?" The priest asks in the brief lull.

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch winces at that assessment..... it's correct..... but rather unflattering.

[Father Lelldorin]

"Why?"

[Wylde]

"Unbecoming of a guard, ain't it? Starting a fight like that? We break up fights, we don't start them."

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch mutters "Because no matter what <dw>they-that-live-with-their-heads-in-their-ass</dw> say, every citizen of this city has a right to live here. be they pointy eared, smooth skinned, furry, scaly, slimy, or incorporeal. be they brown, tan, gold, rec, blue, grey, or aquamarine. We will not allow such bigotry that would drive all of catfolk off the edge of the world go unopposed."

[Father Lelldorin]

A ghost of a smile wisps over the priest's face. "I see why your superiors are insisting on punishing you," he says with dry amusement. "With rank such as theirs comes politics and few politicians are comfortable with such unyielding declarations."

[Wylde]

Wylde glances away, her gaze settling on the shrine to the cat-god, silent. She doesn't want to disagree with her partner in front of strangers, but... Everyone? Even criminals and scum? Even undead and necromancers and other evil things that go against the pattern of nature? Even aberrations, even sceleratis?

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch is adamantine on this, every citizen who lives as citizen of a place has the right to live there, until and unless their own actions strip them of that right.

"They.... yes." is her response, the subtlies of the situation are indeed interesting but not something she should really be sharing she feels.

[Father Lelldorin]

"Come. You two could use some nice, hot tea and perhaps some shortbread. Pain as punishment is... unseemly. If you feel the need to do penance for your actions, then perhaps we can work out some other price," the cleric says after a moment of thought. He rises to his feet, a slow but graceful process, and shifts his weight onto the cane.