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Feb. 5th, 2007 07:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kippurbirdOcelot stood in front of Gezbin’s magistrate with Rabbit slightly behind him. The magistrate, Lord something or another, Ocelot never bothered to learn his name, shuffled his papers and appeared to be pretending not to notice that they were standing there. Behind the magistrate stood Tolderic, a young earth wizard and keeper of the Wizard’s interests in Gezbin. He had a distinctly embarrassed look on his face. Ocelot heard Rabbit shift, the leather armor he wore creaking, and he figured that he had taken out a knife. Not to be threatening, but out of habit. He contemplated getting the man’s attention but the magistrate looked up.
“You know why I called you here, do you not?” the man said.
He nodded. Yes he knew why. The twins – Alec – had caused a lot of property damage. And two deaths. Apparently there were reparations to be made.
“We want the boy responsible for the destruction.”
Again Rabbit shifted. Ocelot glanced at the man and then at Tolderic. The earth wizard looked back at him helplessly. He felt sorry for the boy; he had only recently taken up the post. Ocelot had known his uncle, a very shrewd politician. The boy had very large boots to fill and this was probably his first major crisis.
“No,” he said.
The magistrate looked up at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
“My granddaughter told me that she and her brother were captured and were going to be sold as slaves. The last time I checked, you didn’t make slaves out of visiting merchants. Especially wizarding merchants,” Ocelot began, flatly. “The boy was afraid for his life and that of his sister’s and was trying to defend himself the only way he knew how.”
“That may be so, but there is still the fact that he did kill two people.”
“Two people who had kidnapped him and were going to sell him into slavery.” He looked around the room for a moment. “I see that you have our lighting globes,” he said idly.
“What?” the magistrate looked confused at the sudden change in topic.
Ocelot leaned down, resting his hands on the desk. “The globes that light your office, they’re from our city.”
“Well, yes. What does that have to do with anything?”
“I imagine a lot of things in this city are made from wizard magics. Things that make your people’s lives comfortable.”
The magistrate stiffened. “You’re not threatening me, are you? Our people have had an amenable relationship for centuries.”
“They have, haven’t they? You wouldn’t want to jeopardize that relationship over such a small mater, would you?”
“This was hardly a small matter.”
He growled low, “It is a small mater. It has been taken care of. We will help, of course, with the cleaning up of the wreckage, but the boy stays with us. If this is not acceptable, we’ll withdraw.”
“This is hardly proper.”
“No. It’s not. But it is how things are going to be.”
“You know why I called you here, do you not?” the man said.
He nodded. Yes he knew why. The twins – Alec – had caused a lot of property damage. And two deaths. Apparently there were reparations to be made.
“We want the boy responsible for the destruction.”
Again Rabbit shifted. Ocelot glanced at the man and then at Tolderic. The earth wizard looked back at him helplessly. He felt sorry for the boy; he had only recently taken up the post. Ocelot had known his uncle, a very shrewd politician. The boy had very large boots to fill and this was probably his first major crisis.
“No,” he said.
The magistrate looked up at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
“My granddaughter told me that she and her brother were captured and were going to be sold as slaves. The last time I checked, you didn’t make slaves out of visiting merchants. Especially wizarding merchants,” Ocelot began, flatly. “The boy was afraid for his life and that of his sister’s and was trying to defend himself the only way he knew how.”
“That may be so, but there is still the fact that he did kill two people.”
“Two people who had kidnapped him and were going to sell him into slavery.” He looked around the room for a moment. “I see that you have our lighting globes,” he said idly.
“What?” the magistrate looked confused at the sudden change in topic.
Ocelot leaned down, resting his hands on the desk. “The globes that light your office, they’re from our city.”
“Well, yes. What does that have to do with anything?”
“I imagine a lot of things in this city are made from wizard magics. Things that make your people’s lives comfortable.”
The magistrate stiffened. “You’re not threatening me, are you? Our people have had an amenable relationship for centuries.”
“They have, haven’t they? You wouldn’t want to jeopardize that relationship over such a small mater, would you?”
“This was hardly a small matter.”
He growled low, “It is a small mater. It has been taken care of. We will help, of course, with the cleaning up of the wreckage, but the boy stays with us. If this is not acceptable, we’ll withdraw.”
“This is hardly proper.”
“No. It’s not. But it is how things are going to be.”
