"Oh yes that will hold me." Vlas commented dryly as iron manacles were fastened about his wrist.
The Guardsmen standing in front of him looked at him as though he were a leper. They were all young, younger than him for sure. One of them was a Sergeant, likely just a recruit when Vlas had joined the Imperial Guard. He looked at the man expectantly, as if waiting to see what he would claim next. It was a shaky voice that answered him.
Though he was an Exile, Vlas had been a part of Neus' Imperial Guard before his exile. That meant the regular army didn't have the authority over him that they might have liked. They could arrest him of course, as they could any other citizen, but a trial had to take place in front of a tribunal of his fellows. For returning, he would probably be executed.
A shrug rolled over his shoulders. "Sure."
The Allomancer contended.
"If you want your Princess to die." All of them tensed, one of them stepping forward.
It was clear that the young lad was more than a little defensive. Was there something going on? Something with the Princess? Vlas did not know much about her, painfully little in fact. He wasn't here for her, but for what was after her. "Not at all. I just thought she might like to know there is an assassin in her court."
The Guards stared at one another, dumbfounded.
The Guardsmen standing in front of him looked at him as though he were a leper. They were all young, younger than him for sure. One of them was a Sergeant, likely just a recruit when Vlas had joined the Imperial Guard. He looked at the man expectantly, as if waiting to see what he would claim next. It was a shaky voice that answered him.
"Y-you are an exile, and therefore have no rights under the law. You will be held in prison until the Imperial Guard in Neus is alerted to your presence."
Though he was an Exile, Vlas had been a part of Neus' Imperial Guard before his exile. That meant the regular army didn't have the authority over him that they might have liked. They could arrest him of course, as they could any other citizen, but a trial had to take place in front of a tribunal of his fellows. For returning, he would probably be executed.
A shrug rolled over his shoulders. "Sure."
The Allomancer contended.
"If you want your Princess to die." All of them tensed, one of them stepping forward.
"Is that a threat?!"
It was clear that the young lad was more than a little defensive. Was there something going on? Something with the Princess? Vlas did not know much about her, painfully little in fact. He wasn't here for her, but for what was after her. "Not at all. I just thought she might like to know there is an assassin in her court."
The Guards stared at one another, dumbfounded.