“I have a crime to report, and it seems that the guild leader doesn’t care so I am bringing it to you.”
Viladore gained another audience with the mage hunters - though it cost him gold this time.
After attempting his persuasion he noticed they simply didn’t care, so he was forced to add a riskier lie.
“It seems he has stolen one of your gambesons from the guild laundry area too.”
It was a reasonable lie, as the guild had been ‘gifted’ with laundry duty for the mage hunters.
The mage hunter slammed their fist down on the table, causing a shimmer of mana to travel across it as the table was reinforced with magic.
The mage hunter officer stared at Viladore for a moment; waves of killing intent quickly filled the room and almost made Viladore feel like he was suffocating.
The mage hunter seemed like they wanted to sentence the thief to death, but now Viladore had to spend the next few minutes trying to diffuse the mage hunter.