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gondolindrim2013-05-26 03:22 pm
dunlending) wrote in gondolindrim2013-05-26 03:22 pm
Entry tags:
Due process
Scene: *the House of Healing, that night after getting Nuala away from her store to be treated for burns*
Nuala: *resting on a cot, curled into a tight, defensive ball with her hands close to her chest*
Laimist: *on duty while most everyone is at the festival and comes in with clean robes for Nuala, and to try and get her to clean off*
Nuala: *she's still in shock at this point so she quietly cooperates, allowing the elf to tend to her wounds without comment*
Laimist: *another cursory exam, in case they missed anything* so how did it happen? *assuming it was a fallen over lamp*
Nuala: *coldly* Someone threw a flaming bottle through the window.
Laimist: *stills* what?
Nuala: Someone burned down my shop.
Laimist: Excuse me. Please stay here. *hurries out to get a messenger to find an officer*
Nuala: *sighs in resignation and lies down again*
Laimist: *returns* someone's coming to talk to you. Let's change your bandages while we wait
Nuala: *extends her hands* What can they do? The ones who did this won't be caught.
Laimist: why do you think that? *carefully undresses the bandages and begins cleaning her hands before applying a salve*
Nuala: Because they're probably on the guard. *as if that's not shocking* I didn't see them, anyway, so I have no proof.
Laimist: why would a *guard* do that?
Nuala: Because they are Rohirrim and I am a Dunlending. They hate me.
Laimist: but to kill you? Endanger the city?
Nuala: I'm sure they'd very happily kill me if they had an excuse. They'll be disappointed I didn't die in the fire.
Laimist: *frowning, but HAS known humans before the city and knows what they can do to each other* ...well, you'll have to tell your story to the guard.
Laimist: I believe you that it was arson.
Nuala: *small sniffle* I thank you for that. I don't know what can be done, though.
Laimist: the king will make it right. *brushes back Nuala's hair and smiles* And you'll be taken care of here
Nuala: *offers a small smile and a nod, though she doesn't look convinced*
Gwaedhon: *one of the detectives on duty, comes not noticing he has a bit of icing on his mouth from a confection at the fair*
Nuala: *looks up at him but doesn't mention it*
Laimist: *lightly taps the side of her mouth*
Gwaedhon: ? ... *wipes quickly* *holds out his hand to Nuala* Detective Gwaedhon. You've had an accident, it seems
Nuala: *holds up her hands to show the bandages* It wasn't an accident. Someone burned my store down.
Gwaedhon: *sits, holding his notebook* tell me about it.
Gwaedhon: and if you know if there's any witnesses besides yourself
Nuala: *sighs and explains how it went down, from the bottle to the point when Gel came in to save her and Kak* I doubt there are witnesses. The streets were empty.
Gwaedhon: and your pet bird?
Nuala: He's not my pet. He's my friend. He was with me in the shop when it happened.
Gwaedhon: well, I mean, he's a bird... *assuming she's just a sentimental human*
Nuala: He's being treated as well. He didn't see anything more than I did.
Gwaedhon: why does it matter what the bird saw?
Nuala: You were asking for witnesses.
Gwaedhon: but it's a bird. *no idea Kak's sapient*
Nuala: He's a talking raven. He's not just a bird.
Gwaedhon: ...OH
Nuala: … You haven't heard complaints about him?
Gwaedhon: Not my department, birds.
Nuala: Fair enough.
Gwaedhon: I'll have to talk to him, I suppose.
Laimist: he'll be at the animal sanctuary, they're equipped for this
Gwaedhon: *nods, pocketing his notebook* Arson then. That's a new one
Nuala: What will be done if you find the men responsible?
Gwaedhon: they will be charged with a crime and punished.
Nuala: *bites the inside of her cheek and nods* And… what will I do now? That shop was my livelihood. I have nothing left.
Gwaedhon: I would advise going to the red building to get sorted out.
Nuala: I won't be turned out of my home, will I?
Gwaedhon: what? Of course not.
Gwaedhon: we will not force you to live on the streets.
Nuala: *nods once, relieved* Thank you.
Gwaedhon: I'll be back to ask more questions, eventually. You recover now. *noticed how worn out she looks, will ask her about enemies and suspects once she's had time to rest*
Nuala: I'll do what I can, officer. *strained smile*
Gwaedhon: call on us if you have anything to report. *nods his head to her and Laimist and leaves*
Laimist: *fluffing Nuala's pillows*
Nuala: *sighs and rubs her face with the unburned backs of her hands, pulling her feet off the ground and against her chest, looking weary*
Laimist: do you want me to bring in food?
Nuala: I haven't the stomach for food now. But… maybe some water?
Laimist: I'll bring a cup and jug. You rest. *smiles at her and goes*
Nuala: *resting on a cot, curled into a tight, defensive ball with her hands close to her chest*
Laimist: *on duty while most everyone is at the festival and comes in with clean robes for Nuala, and to try and get her to clean off*
Nuala: *she's still in shock at this point so she quietly cooperates, allowing the elf to tend to her wounds without comment*
Laimist: *another cursory exam, in case they missed anything* so how did it happen? *assuming it was a fallen over lamp*
Nuala: *coldly* Someone threw a flaming bottle through the window.
Laimist: *stills* what?
Nuala: Someone burned down my shop.
Laimist: Excuse me. Please stay here. *hurries out to get a messenger to find an officer*
Nuala: *sighs in resignation and lies down again*
Laimist: *returns* someone's coming to talk to you. Let's change your bandages while we wait
Nuala: *extends her hands* What can they do? The ones who did this won't be caught.
Laimist: why do you think that? *carefully undresses the bandages and begins cleaning her hands before applying a salve*
Nuala: Because they're probably on the guard. *as if that's not shocking* I didn't see them, anyway, so I have no proof.
Laimist: why would a *guard* do that?
Nuala: Because they are Rohirrim and I am a Dunlending. They hate me.
Laimist: but to kill you? Endanger the city?
Nuala: I'm sure they'd very happily kill me if they had an excuse. They'll be disappointed I didn't die in the fire.
Laimist: *frowning, but HAS known humans before the city and knows what they can do to each other* ...well, you'll have to tell your story to the guard.
Laimist: I believe you that it was arson.
Nuala: *small sniffle* I thank you for that. I don't know what can be done, though.
Laimist: the king will make it right. *brushes back Nuala's hair and smiles* And you'll be taken care of here
Nuala: *offers a small smile and a nod, though she doesn't look convinced*
Gwaedhon: *one of the detectives on duty, comes not noticing he has a bit of icing on his mouth from a confection at the fair*
Nuala: *looks up at him but doesn't mention it*
Laimist: *lightly taps the side of her mouth*
Gwaedhon: ? ... *wipes quickly* *holds out his hand to Nuala* Detective Gwaedhon. You've had an accident, it seems
Nuala: *holds up her hands to show the bandages* It wasn't an accident. Someone burned my store down.
Gwaedhon: *sits, holding his notebook* tell me about it.
Gwaedhon: and if you know if there's any witnesses besides yourself
Nuala: *sighs and explains how it went down, from the bottle to the point when Gel came in to save her and Kak* I doubt there are witnesses. The streets were empty.
Gwaedhon: and your pet bird?
Nuala: He's not my pet. He's my friend. He was with me in the shop when it happened.
Gwaedhon: well, I mean, he's a bird... *assuming she's just a sentimental human*
Nuala: He's being treated as well. He didn't see anything more than I did.
Gwaedhon: why does it matter what the bird saw?
Nuala: You were asking for witnesses.
Gwaedhon: but it's a bird. *no idea Kak's sapient*
Nuala: He's a talking raven. He's not just a bird.
Gwaedhon: ...OH
Nuala: … You haven't heard complaints about him?
Gwaedhon: Not my department, birds.
Nuala: Fair enough.
Gwaedhon: I'll have to talk to him, I suppose.
Laimist: he'll be at the animal sanctuary, they're equipped for this
Gwaedhon: *nods, pocketing his notebook* Arson then. That's a new one
Nuala: What will be done if you find the men responsible?
Gwaedhon: they will be charged with a crime and punished.
Nuala: *bites the inside of her cheek and nods* And… what will I do now? That shop was my livelihood. I have nothing left.
Gwaedhon: I would advise going to the red building to get sorted out.
Nuala: I won't be turned out of my home, will I?
Gwaedhon: what? Of course not.
Gwaedhon: we will not force you to live on the streets.
Nuala: *nods once, relieved* Thank you.
Gwaedhon: I'll be back to ask more questions, eventually. You recover now. *noticed how worn out she looks, will ask her about enemies and suspects once she's had time to rest*
Nuala: I'll do what I can, officer. *strained smile*
Gwaedhon: call on us if you have anything to report. *nods his head to her and Laimist and leaves*
Laimist: *fluffing Nuala's pillows*
Nuala: *sighs and rubs her face with the unburned backs of her hands, pulling her feet off the ground and against her chest, looking weary*
Laimist: do you want me to bring in food?
Nuala: I haven't the stomach for food now. But… maybe some water?
Laimist: I'll bring a cup and jug. You rest. *smiles at her and goes*