Theev / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2116)
Rahne, Mahan, Kesperziaiepr, Urien, Eirene
The Downport, Theev,
019 (Harrier, Week 4, Day 6) 1105, Imperial
The figures stare at each of you. This close, you should be able to see through the shadows thrown by their hoods, but even now they are masked in darkness. As Mahan gestures for a hand, a gloved hand is extended in response. The grip is rather firm but when Mahan kisses the back of the gloved hand, the faintest hint of a smile can be seen under the shadow of that hood. When presented the opportunity to answer, the shadows over her face flicker and fall away as she pulls the hood down to reveal sharp, pale features. Curly red hair, short and tucked back into a ponytail, and a pair of cold gray eyes that do not carry the smile on her lips. Her smile is the glint off the edge of a razor.
"You find yourself in a land of laws, Captain. Under this banner you are held under the first law - the Law of the Lords. This is the law of the Upper City, and any building which might bare the red banners. This is the law against murder, against weapons fire, and against anything which might offend the calm and tranquility of the city. The flags may shift, but the Law does not change its letter. And anywhere else on Theev? Beyond the Upper City and anywhere that does not carry the banner? That is the second. The Law of the Street. Under that law, you are only restricted from any weapon that might breach the city's environmental containment." And it is only then that her smile reaches her eyes, "And punishment for violating either Law is quite simple."
One of the two at the rear shifts from looking vaguely forward, to specifically watching Urien. As if perhaps the cough and the whisper didn't mask as much as he may have thought.
The leader of the trio regards Mahan, "There are few gangs worth noting. Crews are another matter. But perhaps you should be mindful. Direct questions on Theev are likely to end... well." The grin returns to that face, a knife drawn, "Why discuss such ugliness?"
She watches Mahan again, and after a moment, "For the duration of your stay here, on behalf of the Lords of Theev, you may consider your docking fees waived, and your vessel to be held under the protection of the Law of Lords. They enjoy finding... independent spirits, come to Theev." She draws her hood back up, and the shadows return to her features, "Is there anything else you require, Captain?"