A Kick In The...
"Bollocks. That's what I have to say about that story," Chancellor Lumin put down her third cup of coffee and stared across the space between them.
It was the morning after the assassination attempt. She was sitting at her desk and Kir was standing across from her, having not been invited to sit in one of the comfortable leather chairs.
"You really expect the Watch to believe that you, a fully vested archmage with enough power to level this city a baker's dozen times over, would let yourself get kicked in the balls before being escaped? I know Inspector Tomcot hates your guts but even she won't be laughing hard enough to believe that nonsense."
"That was my story. I could make up a more complex scenario if you want, but then we'd have the Inspector prowling around the Academy for months instead of weeks. Remember what happened last time?"