The temple of Justiciar is the center of all legal activity in Anteronia. Here, the Judicators work diligently to better themselves in mind, body, and spirit to become the eyes, ears, and mouths of the law.
A judicator brooks no patience for chaos or mischief. In this city, Chaos and mischief often come in the form of wanton public sexual expression.
Judith Wainwright sits at her desk, her fingers running over the reports left for her throughout the day. She checks off each approved punishment and fine with the proper pen and sips from her drink every three minutes, untimed but practiced.
A flash of light fills the room, and the warmth from the portal causes the captain to stand up and grab her mancatcher, wielding it with ease against the trespasser.
“No hurt, no hurt! It’s okay!” chirps Tik Tik.
The captain sneers. Though she cannot see the kobold through her covered eyes, she can hear the tricky little gremlin regardless. “You’re not alone, Tik Tik. Is this another one of your friends you want to bail out?”
Tik Tik giggles, placing a hand over Senan’s shoulder and pulling in close. He looks a bit more green than usual and keeps himself quiet as his stomach churns from experience.
“Nope, he is friend looking for another friend. Very serious business. Call authorities, yes?”
The captain lowers her weapon, a sigh escaping her mouth and her shoulders hunching forward. “Just because you were given a pass for your past transgressions by Justiciar himself does not mean you can’t move through the proper channels to talk to me.”
“Tik Tik know Captain Wainwright knows how be flexible. See her in Tournament of Pleasure, yep!”
Captain Wainwright blanches, slamming her fist upon the table. “We shall not talk about what I had to do in the line of duty so lightly, wizard! State your business and be on your way.”
Tik Tik steps aside, and motions to Senan. The leprechaun takes a deep breath, his hands in his pockets as he speaks up. “Beggin’ yer pardon, miss. Though it pains me to get my nose into police business like this, I find myself stuck. My friend here can’t seem to use magical means of detection to find a… friend of mine.”
Tik Tik giggles at the intonation he gives, even in the common tongue. He glares at her.
“Missing Person’s report? I can direct you to our officer in charge of such cases.
“There more!” Tik Tik says, bouncing.
“Thing is, Lass,” the leprechaun says, removing his helmet and rubbing the bald portion of his head. “She’s a bit of a troublemaker and has her fingers in many cogs in the city. I know her as a hobgoblin gal named Robin, and from what I can tell, she’s a member of your organization.”
Captain Wainwright strokes her chin, a contemplative hum rising from her lips. “We have a hobgoblin on the force, but her name isn’t Robin.”
“I thought as much,” Senan replies. “It’s with a heavy heart I have to inform you that the lass has herself a bit of trouble.”
The kobold pipes up. “She spy on Tik Tik, but no press charge on that. She do it for crime family! Tik Tik know it because she run protection on Shorty’s shop!”
Wainwright’s lips twitch at that revelation. “I see, and why are you here telling me about this again?”
“Can’t find her, your captain-ness!” Tik Tik says. “Know what family she work for? We figure out where go!”
“I cannot condone vigilante justice, you realize. Tell me everything, and I’ll have a search ready for her posthaste.”
“You need not worry about Vigilantism on my part, ma’am,” says Senan. He reaches into his pouch, pulling a chunk of gold from it that he throws onto the table.
Tik Tik frowns, looking at him, and then to the trinket.
Captain Wainwright grasps the object, rubbing her hands over the marked thing.
“This is rather old,” says the Captain, “But I recognize this badge of office. How do you have it?”
“I’ve lived a long life. Most of it’s been quiet, and I’ve worn many hats in that time. Young Man, Soldier, Revolutionary, Officer, criminal, what-have-you. I wanted to have my simple life, but recent events have me leaving the comfort of my business. You need not send me any other officers, and I need not bother either of you anymore. Just tell me where to go, and I’ll do everything by the book.”
“It’s an ancient book,” Captain Wainwright says, placing the badge back down. She walks towards the back of her office, her finger running over the spines of a collection of dusty tomes on a high shelf. She finds one, pulls it out, opens it to the prescribed page, and runs her finger along the touch-based language.
“What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t, and you don’t need to know, as I’m sure you already know it.”
Wainwright gulps, and then she slides back into her chair. She takes her note-writing pen (different than her document-checking pen) and scribbles down an address and some names. She takes the paper and hands it in front of her, hesitating a moment before she says. “May Justiciar’s light be upon you, sir.”
Senan takes the paper and nods. “Sometimes, the darkness we put ourselves in hides the true work of our lord.”
With that, he turns and heads out the door, leaving the wizard to gawk and the captain to grab her drink, her mug jittering in her shaking grasp.