Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Pamir City has been anything but peaceful recently, and now it seems that the robbers are no longer satisfied with just raiding caravans. Should we contact headquarters and call for a detachment of Punisher Knights to come and loosen the muscles of those foolhardy robbers around Pamir City?

"No, we had a fight with the City Guard," the Assistant Priest said, "Seventeen of them died."

The two Bishops cocked their heads, feeling as if they had heard a joke.

"This joke isn’t funny, what happened?" the Bishop of the Church of Justice frowned, "Where is Mr. Malin?"

The Assistant Priest pointed to the carriage behind him, and then the two dignitaries saw Malin push open the carriage door and pull out the City Prefect of Pamir City, who was bound into a motionless package by bandages and splints.

"What happened, Your Excellency the City Prefect, how come you are here?"

"Um... it’s a long story..." The Assistant Priest thought for a moment, and then told the story of what he had encountered.

Constance felt as if he had heard a colossal joke: "City Prefect Jamie... wants to duel with Malin?"

"Yes, he threw down the gauntlet, a duel to the death," the Assistant Priest said with an embarrassed face, "Mr. Malin knocked him down with one hit. The City Guards wanted to interfere with the duel ritual, and we had to fight them to stop them; they all drew their blades."

"Well, at least they knew not to use firearms," the Bishop of the Church of Justice clicked his tongue, "But why did seventeen die?"