"Search every inch of this place!"
Led by Beort and Drek, the members began tearing through Count Palatine Heinlein's mansion, combing it from top to bottom. The place was filled with the screams of servants and the sound of things breaking, but nobody paid any of it any mind.
"You barbarians! How could you do this?! The Lord will punish you!"
I grabbed the butler by the collar as he shamelessly played innocent and tried to paint us as savages. His frail old body was dragged forward helplessly, and under my murderous glare, he started choking like he was about to breathe his last.
"Listen carefully, butler. Smuggling and kidnapping are capital crimes, and since you're the one who gave the orders, you'll hang too. So stop running your mouth and stay put like a good boy."
"Hrrk, hrrk!"
"What? What's wrong with this guy?"
