Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

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SpoilerI can finally say

*(Charm rolll)*

"My good sir, it would serve you well if you were to simply come with us and answer our questions. I am a perfectly diplomatic person to deal with. I'm not sure the people behind me are." Watson feigns dismay. "I-I'm not quite so sure you stand a chance against us! Look at that iron cage over there!" Watson points, "That, officer, is a cage that exploded in fire and yet, here we are, standing before you. The very fact that I am still able to speak with you at all is a testament to the fact that I am no ordinary man. And perhaps not so vicious as you might think me! Please, sir, I beg you to come along with us, spare yourself the pain." Watson's hands were together, in a begging gesture, a sorrowful look on his face.

Watson looks slightly serious. He isn't sure he or Bohw can forgive this man, forget the others, forget Mayor. Mayor won't have any scraps left to play with if Bohw has her way with him.