"What are you idiots doing here?" It was Therod speaking in the hallway her booming voice was unmistakeable.
"Oh goody the authorities are here put your weapons down boys." I was thankful for the authorities, I tell you it felt weird saying it.
"Trezlan is Nidget in there with you? Did you break into Jenkins apartment?" Of course Therod faced with cloaked figures with pistols would concern herself with a little breaking and entering.
"Would you both shut up we've got the upper hand here." The Cloaked Men not realizing I was there with magic, Nidget with his short scrappyness and Therod with the worst aim in the Guard (its true good gods that woman shoots a pistol so badly I worry anytime she draws it, like standing behind her isn't even safe).
"The upper hand of what we've got you in a pincer attack, and Nidget is a rabid shorty he might go off at any moment." He looked at me sourly because Nidget can't appreciate someone talking up his abilities.
"Trezlan you are not helping this situation." Therod obviously didn't understand talking up Nidget either.
"Would you all shut up!" The lead man dropped something on the ground I figured it might have been a weapon but it was gas. The pellet shattered and filled Jenkins apartment and the hallway with a purple smoke that paralyzed us and then put us to sleep (it was extremely effective). When we woke up Therod and I were shackeled to a wall (me with antimagical shackles from the look of them they were Therod's. Nidget was swinging by his ankles, we were underground, possibly the sewers.
"Well I totally solved the Jenkins thing." I couldn't see Nidget but Therod's face spoke that she did not believe I had. I tell you people these days!
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