Despite no one being dead (though maimed is definately the nice way of putting it) Captain Therod showed up and arrested Oshujon for the fight (it was five on one and he won easily, but I think numbers should factor in somewhere!) I tensed up at the potential altercation, mainly because I didn't know how one form of law would do with the other. But he deferred to the Captain offered his wrists for shackles and was lead away. I guess carrying out justice for as long as he had, lead to him being respectful of it even when it conflicts with his own.
It did leave me a damned lengthy beer tab to pick up, thank gods I'd completed tailoring orders or I would have had to beg for Val to spot me credit and I doubted he would have (which lead to my belief Oshujon set me up, look I believe stupider things). I figured though a night in jail might either be a good thing (letting him see that hey look you can just imprison people without murdering them) or a bad thing (hey look I just put someone who murders people for breaking the law, in a cell with a bunch of people who broke the law). I would have been more concerned if I wasn't quite drunk and still reeling from having to pay a bill I felt I didn't actually earn (though I did, also Oshujon didn't exactly have possessions, nor money so it should have come as no surpise I ended up owing). With all of that up in the air I decided to sleep off my hang over and hope things were better in the morning (you'll be surprised how often this strategy actually works!)
I got up sort of early (it wasn't noon, thats early) and walked to the jail fully expecting it to be burned to the ground with a gravely voiced guy swinging around green chain blades (yes chain blades no I don't know why) killing everything in sight. Thankfully the building was still standing and when I got there Therod was actually chatting with Oshujon over coffee. I was to put it mildly shocked. And that is where I'll leave you today.
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