Chapter 85: Interrogation
“There have been a few complications. We’re not giving you a tour of the city today,” Garran said, and glanced at the captain whose hat seemed like a rat being squashed in between his arm and his torso. Valens didn’t blame the little thing, nor did he blame the suit that seemed a second away from being torn into pieces by the sheer density of Captain Edric’s muscles.
Is he even comfortable in that suit? Isn’t it too tight?
Valens guessed there had to be a reason he wasn’t aware of here. Or else why would a man like the captain torture himself with a suit clearly unfit for his figure?
“Well, I did take a little tour myself,” Valens said. They were under the Golden Cathedral of the Sun’s Church, trudging silently across underneath it, already past the Bishop’s study and now digging deeper. “And I did pay a visit to that Mage Guild, too. Interesting people, to say the least.”
“Words change meaning depending on who’s doing the talking,” Captain Edric said with a mocking smile. “Those Mages sure like to babble on and off, but when it comes to doing real business, hardly you’d see a group of them walking about and raising hands.”
“It’s the walls,” Garran said.
“Walls?” Valens wasn’t getting it.
“The walls,” Garran nodded. “They don’t feel like doing it when there’s no walls around them. Precious people, those Mages.”
“Academic study is the foundation of our civilization,” Percival argued. In the short time since he met with the man, Valens came to realize that while he respected Templars, he wasn’t so easily appalled to keep his mouth shut in their presence. “Without our Mages, we would still be living in the dirt and under makeshift domes of clay and mud. It takes a bright mind to bring change to a bunch of hard-headed people.”
Garran gave the man a side glance, a smile playing upon his lips. “Bored, are you, Percival? Perhaps we should take you with us the next time some monster makes an appearance in those pit towns.”
“I’ll pass,” Percival smiled.
“What, you’re afraid?” Garran said.