Disclaimer: This does not have anything to do with the Town Watch kinships or their members. The guards or so called watchers Richard may have under his command are in no way endorsed or even included in the regular ranks of the Watch kinships.
"He did what!?!" Richard burst out as he slammed his fist on the table.
The mess hall was in usual fashion, with rows of tables laced with soldiers on break or otherwise. A large window allowed the lovely sunlight to beam through to the inside. Red banners with a boar's head engraved on each hung from the ceiling. Richard had come in to enjoy a hearty meal before a man of his ranks broke the news of a few days prior.
"Aye sir. The regular watch's let Dufr out with a stern warning." An unsavory looking guard said in confirmation, nodding his head once.
Collecting himself, Richard stroked his chin as he strummed his fingers on the table from where he ate. "So the old dwarf is a free man thanks to those softhearted coddlers." He began to stand up as he said his next words with confidence and a subtle tone. "It's time we start giving the mayor his medicine. Let's pay him a little visit."
Soon, he and three of his men went forth to the good Mayor's office in the town hall. His room was disorganized with papers scattered on the floor and books pinning them down. Sitting at the cluttered table was the Mayor Tenderlarch himself. The black haired man with a mustache seemed to let out a cough as he looked up at the visitors. "Richard, may I ask what's going on? I was told there was going *Cough* to be a protest coming in from the Blue Mountains with a *cough* mass of dw-dwarves."
Richard signaled his men with a snap to close the door and hold it so. He approached the mayor with a vial of light green liquid. "I think you need some medicine for your whooping cough. It's rather deadly unless treated soon sir."
Before the mayor could protest much, the vial's contents went down his throat, and seconds later he could feel his head becoming much lighter. Though he could barely keep his eyes open, he managed to get a few words. "Wha.. what a.. the mean..."
"Shh.. just get yourself some rest mister mayor. We'll take care of things for you. You're a sick man after all." Richard chuckled.
Before he knew it, Tenderlarch saw no more and things went dark for him.
"Get the papers and books off the floor and onto his desk. He's still a busy man even if he's sick."
