"The bastards have been attacking and robbing businesses as well," The guard growled. "Some kind of gang, or hired thugs rolled into the area not long after Conrit met his demise. At first, they were just doing petty shit like painting crass words on walls, throwing eggs, and so on. Lord Dromadious told us to keep an eye on things, stick to proper protocol if we were able to catch the bastards red handed, but to avoid taking it personally."
"Were you not successful in catching the ruffians in the act?" Jemma wondered.
She wasn't sure what to make of Liron's clear focus. Despite the intense protest he'd thrown up about it all, he was definitely taking this job very seriously. Thinking back on her antics in the square, Jemma wondered if she could say the same for herself.
