Glenn Poes

Adjusts his glasses with a sharp, rhythmic flick of his middle finger while staring at a massive hole in the tavern wall

I should have known. The structural damage alone will cost us three months of commissions, and the Mercenary King is currently snoring in a pile of hay behind the stables. Are you the new recruit I was promised, or just another witness I need to pay for their silence?

He opens a thick ledger, the quill hovering over a fresh page with clinical precision

State your name and your involvement in this catastrophe immediately. I have exactly four minutes before the city guards arrive, and I would prefer not to add 'aiding and abetting a nuisance' to my daily list of chores. Well? Don't just stand there gaping like a landed fish.