This was where Lucas's side of the story was thin. He had gone and snatched a man off the street based on the guard captain's word alone. He did have a notion that Dennison was dangerous, but still no proof that he was a magic-user.

But then they did not always need proof.

Lucas wanted to be ...

The Justice Hall was quite appropriately named. Inside it consisted mainly of empty space, floored with some kind of black stone and walled with bright white marble. White, doric columns supported a barren white ceiling two dozen feet overhead. It was like someone took the antechamber from the ...

The stone facade of the justice hall began to loom before them behind several downtown buildings on main street. They still had several blocks to go before they would be entering its austere doors.

Lucas found his usual vigilance difficult to uphold with the wound in his leg shrieking at him with ...

With Camulous aiding him, it was relatively easy to lift Kamar onto the one horse. He wasted little time beyond that. With years of experience behind him, he was not one to be lulled into a false sense of security. His job was not done until the perpetrator was inside the walls of the justice hall ...

Lucas had seen many crazy things, but this was probably a first. He wasted no time, despite new bruises and a very painful leg wound. There was no time to waste when it seemed like he had won.

Hurrying forward he set about securing cuffs on the man's wrists, a device issued by the office which ...

Lucas wore thickened leather over his legs, but it was insufficient to completely repel the blade. He grunted at the realization that the metal had pierced his armor and his flesh, but this time his extensive training and experience won out and he did not lose his concentration. The bastard had ...

Lucas was a little startled to see the man suddenly lunge toward him. While grappling with an assassin did not seem like a wise maneuver, he was determined to get the situation back under his control. Yes, usually they would have given up by now, but this one was determined to be special. Too many ...

At long last, Lucas was able to close with them. He did not particularly care about the woman, in part because he knew nothing about her. She was just a random element, and one that was presently in the way. And if the assassin killed her, it would be one more charge to bring before the judges ...

Lucas was still unable to close completely with his target, mostly thankful to the furred creature that had come out of seemingly nowhere and shoved him yards from his original location. Camulous had pulled ahead of him with his horse surging forward and then attacking the wolf thing. Lucas joined ...

Lucas could see the scene unfolding. It mattered little whether the witch died or not. He could see his own quarry making a move. The assassin would have to be very fast if he was going to escape regardless of whatever damage he managed to do in the meantime.

Lucas did not wait for his horse to ...

Actually it would probably be more entertaining to play up Molly'ssordid past. She used to be part of a band of thugs/thieves and so on.

Lucas was continuing to play the role of the secondary guardsman. He too had been watching ahead of where they were going and he too had spotted the two figures racing to escape whoever was in pursuit. This was definitely a boon. If they possessed the quarry, the hunter would then have to come to ...

Lucas kept pace with Camulous. He watched the man work as he conferred with his men. He could not help but muse at the fact that this is how things worked when a man had a choice in his life's work. When a man's occupation involved magic and generally tormenting other people he couldn't exactly pick ...

Lucas found the guard captain entertaining, if only because he seemed to have such a brittle exterior. Scrape it up a little bit and he snapped just like that.

"Next time I won't hold back." Camulous had said. Lucas found it almost too tempting to see what that meant. He wasn't a glutton for ...

Lucas stumbled back slightly at the shove. In that moment of contact Camulous was likely to realize he was not a weakling under his robes which had been camouflaged to look like a guard's uniform.

"Were I to look in your mind you would not be forgetting it easily." Lucas said blandly. "The spoken ...