Sam rushed to the Sheriff's office only to find the clerk Oyo in his place.
Explaining the circumstances leading up to the murders he appealed for the charges to be dropped.
" She was framed by that fiend Blackheart! She is a changed person sir. You must see that? "
Oyo eyed the scribe noting his inkstained hands and dusty robes. Not long ago he held that same position. But now with the war on he had been elevated to Clerk. Overseer of the jail til the Sheriff returned.
" All I see is a lowly scribe standing in front of me taking up my time going on about some brigand lass. You can do better lad. Now begone with you! " He returned to his ledgers.
" But it isn't like that! She is innocent! Framed! Listen to me. Blackheart wants her to return to his crew. She doesn't want to, so he is blackmailing her! "
" Uh huh...heard it before lad. Not her fault she is bad. Someone else made her do it...right...Don't stand here taking my time with this! There is a war on! Go make yourself useful. Go now before I call the guards on ya!.."
Sam looked over helplessly at the guards standing near the jail. One young, one old. No help there he could see. Too busy turning thoughts in his mind to notice someone coming down the stairs as he left.
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Boot steps on the stairs interrupted Oyo's reading.
" State your business here. " He barked not looking up.
" The young scribe that was just here. What proof does he need to clear his friend? " A soft female voice asked.
Sighing, he thought, oh great. Another waste of his time.
" It's none of your concern missy! " He shuffled his papers together.
A breeze caught his attention just before his papers became tatters. A blade glistened as it lay across his desk.
" First off...' clerk'...Always look when someone enters. You may live longer.
Second. He is a friend of a friend. That makes it my business. Now speak up quickly before you find yourself in one of your own cells. " She growled.
Slowly he looked up the blade of the sword to see a Paladin before him in full war gear. Gulping he glanced at his guards only to find them whispering together.
" One more time ' clerk '. What would it take to clear his friend if she is indeed innocent of the charges against her? "
" Well..., " he stammered.
" It would have to be proven that she was acting in self defense. That she didn't cut those bards down in cold blood. "
Sheathing her sword she nodded at the guards now standing at attention once again.
" John how goes it? Still training the lads I see? "
" Aye yes Lady Sterling! This one shows real promise. A fine Paladin he will be one day. Mark my words. Did ya notice how he didn't even flinch when ya whacked your blade on the desk?"
The lad in question stood even straighter.
" Spotted that right off." She smiled at the lad.
" I must get these troop rotation reports from Kane the Armsman back to Dark Glow. Take care of them John. We need the lads trained by the best. That's why you are here. As for you clerk. I will bring you your proof! "
With a sharp salute she strode out of the Jail.
The lad let out the deep breath he had been holding.
" That was really her? I never dreamed I would meet her or Lord Thorn! Never in my life! Kane talks of them and tells us if we become half the Paladin they are we will be perilous warriors!"
Oyo's eyes widened and he quickly looked to the doorway to make certain she was indeed gone.
John ruffled the lads hair.
" Remember. They both were young once too. Dragging their swords on the cobbled streets of Trinsic trying to keep up with their elders. Just like you lad.
Just like you. "
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With no time to spare Sterling made her way to Buc's Den. A hush fell over Pirate's Plunder as she sauntered in the door.
" Blackheart you old rogue! We need to have a talk and I don't have time to mince words with ya! So......" Unsheathing her blade she faced the Pirate.
" Tell me of Sprite. And lets see if your blackened tongue can come up with the truth. Up to you Blackheart! "
She raised one eyebrow as the patrons began rushing out the door, and slipping behind the bar.
" Do we do this easy? Or do we do this hard? "