Yana was glad that other than Rathaan, others joined in to aid with the Lotharro’s arrest as well. Even Tristan Venora did, though to be fair, he would probably be more of a liability than a help if things turned south. If a noble got hurt in a lowtown bar, while she was at the scene, it would reflect badly on her abilities and reputation. If he or his family blamed her and decided to pull some strings, Yana’s career would be done for. Fortunately, it did not seem to come to that.
Whether it was Yana’s presence and words, or just Rathaan, Rey’na and Tristan managing to convince him not to choke a helpless man to death, she did not know, but at least he stopped. The Lotharro seemed to think the false Eídisi was not doing her job properly, but well, he was drunk, and had been getting in her way the whole time. She’d been planning on a civilized investigation. Calm. No violence. Arrest those who had broken the law, leave the other alone. Now there was this situation. The Biqaj sloped to the ground as the Lotharro released him, and Yana immediately stood beside him, checking for injuries. It seemed though that he was –apart from some bruises and a coughing fit—mostly fine.
“I am sorry,”
she lied, while the Lotharro was hugging away, “but you will be spending a night in the dungeon on account of starting a fight right in front of me.”
She pulled out a set of thumb-cuffs, locking the man’s thumbs in them behind his back. He complained, of course, but he barely resisted, probably due to the beating he’d just taken. Now where was the other one? Downing another drink and walking to the door, Yana quickly moved to the door as well, leaving the Biqaj on the floor in favor of arresting the Lotharro before he escaped. Not that she believed he was actually trying to run away, but still. Justice had to be served. Or so she’d say if she was actually motivated by such things.
Somehow she managed to place herself between the door and her quarry, making herself as big as possible, her face stern and determined. She’d not let herself be intimidated by this hulking bear of a man. By this hairy mountain of muscles and drunkenness.
“We’re going home!”
“If you live in the dungeon then yes, you will,”
Yana dryly informed him, blocking his path.
He complained of course, claiming to be the good guy, the savior that had beat up the villain. Heck, he even referred to the Biqaj as villain. Yana raised an eyebrow. The Lotharro presented his wrists anyway, seemingly having resigned to his arrest.
“Behind your back, please.”
Yana circled around him, fishing another set of thumb-cuffs out of her tabard. “You are under arrest for excessive violence. Self-defense is one thing, what you have displayed is another.”
A couple moments later the man was also cuffed and ready for arrest.
Just when she thought she’d wrapped everything up, the woman came her way, eyes ablaze with fury. Perhaps even something deeper. Darker. But Yana could not care less. Her head throbbed. She was out of cuffs. Besides, almost everyone here would not be telling her anything else than “the girl was harassed”. Except maybe Rathaan, but then again, it was possible he hadn’t seen a thing . Yana couldn’t see a weapon on the woman’s person, and the Yludih wasn’t really planning on prolonging this whole ordeal either. “You are free to go. However, next time I hear of such things I will not be as lenient.”
After speaking a few words to her Lotharro boyfriend, the woman was gone, and Yana sighed, glad it was over.
she called again, “could you bring the other one outside please?”
she asked, referring to the Biqaj. She herself worked Fridgar through the door and into the night air, earning her a quizzical eyebrow from Rutger, who was smoking a cigar, and looked to be completely at ease. It annoyed Yana more than she allowed to show.
“Prolific are we?”
he said, puffing out a ring of smoke. “And here I was wondering why you were taking so long. I was thinking that maybe that ruckus had something to do with you.”
“A little help would have been nice.”
He shrugged. “I had faith in your abilities.”
If his shit-eating grin hadn’t been enough to tell her he was making excuses, the sarcasm in his voice would have.
“Besides, it looks like you had everything under control.”
The door opened again, and there was the Biqaj, also cuffed. A little beaten up, but in good condition otherwise.
“And there’s another one.”
He sighed. “That makes twice the paperwork. I hope you had a reason for arresting the two of them, yeah?”
Rutger smothered his cigar against a wall, then let it drop on the cobblestones. He sighed again, taking the Biqaj from Rathaan, and thanking the male Eídisi politely, though not in earnest, for his “hard work”. He then made a gesture to Yana, and started walking in the direction of the dungeons, grumbling and mumbling to himself. The Yludih squire made sure to thank Rathaan for his assistance, bade him goodnight, and then followed the Knight.
I assume the cuffs would be given to members of the Iron Hand much like their uniform is? If not, I would be willing to pay for them, however they are not on the price list, so I have no idea what it would cost at all.