Morning

It was morning and the Magistrate gathered his forces, they surrounded him as he stood in front of his mansion, which he hadn't used since he renovated the castle.

Only his wife and daughter used it and he had been making plans for them to join him in the castle while he prepared the mansion for his mistress.

Now that Alaric Keenreaver had been taken care of, he could freely do as he wished.

"Where is that useless captain?" The Magistrate growled with impatient. Surrounding him loosely were his staffs, he brought all of them with him yesterday night.

He wanted none of them to be caught up in whatever went down, it's only logical. They must pay for the money they earn from him. Also, charging staff too much would make spies overflow in his castle.