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@Force and Fury

The servant at point shivered with fright, eyes flickering to her master and then back to the seething jinnblood before them all. The guards were uneasy, even as they held their stern, unyielding expressions and shuffled not even a foot one attentive enough could see that they were perturbed by the rising anger of the fiery creature before them. The flames that crackled and kissed against her wrists and spouted from the tips of her fingers were reminiscent of a volcano about to burst at the top. The men clenched at the shafts of their weapons, they wiggled their toes in their sandals and slight heaves of their shoulders and chests could be scene as they struggled to maintain their composure. They were sworn to protect the Imit and any visible weakness was a betrayal of their duties, not to mention possible encouragement for this Ayiralite to try something. 

Mamuno had to admit that even he felt his heartbeat climbing as he prepared to address the little speech that his guest made in her defense. He stayed behind his guards but stepped forth in slight, the cowering servant taking the opportunity to slip around behind him. In truth she wanted nothing more but to bolt from the room with each passing moment as she watched the jinnblood grow more and more angry.

Mamuno inhaled slightly to try and suppress the tightness in his chest, forcing a self-assured smile as he responded to Azar, choosing his words delicately, “You certainly do seem steadfast in your innocence in this matter. Perhaps you are indeed innocent, and perhaps you have prepared this little scene in advance as you knew that one of my servants might find anything of value tucked away in this room and tell me of it. This is after all a simple guest chamber and not a place to find my most valuable of treasures. Or even the least valuable of them.”

Mamuno stroked at his chin, letting his first words set before continuing, “Now, let us indeed see if there is anything of value tucked away in this room. Anything that has been stolen.”

With a hand signal from the Imit one of the guards on the far side of the room stepped forward slowly, eyes at the back of Azar, ready for any sudden movements as he reached one hand down towards the guest bed. A quick flinging of the pillows revealed what was to be expected one could say. A handful of golden jewelry lay clustered together where Azar’s head had been moments before. Five rings adorned with rubies and a slender rope chain necklace with a matching pair of earrings. Glares from the other guards as they readied themselves for their masters’ call to arms even as their blood ran cold and hot. The man who made the discovery scooped up the stolen jewelry and stepped back, holding them for the moment. 

Mamuno maintained his calm, unbending image as he continued, “So, did you steal those? Or were they placed there by another?” Mamuno turned towards the servant who was rattling in fear behind him, “You have served me for all your life, you have never stolen from me or did other ill acts in my house. I know this.”
The servant weakly nodded, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes as she saw that she had her masters’ protection of assurance. 

Mamuno turned back to Azar, “Why would the very servants who have the privilege and comfort of serving me within the shade and grandeur of my palace dare do ill of any guests I had invited? I see no cause for any personal vendetta against a stranger such as yourself, Azar. My guards and lifelong servants all are obedient to me no matter my command and never would commit any such transgressions against their master. Only the frightened woman here at my back ever entered this room and it was she that found the pilfered items under your pillow before you slept.”

“Wait!”

Mamuno turned to face the woman at his back, her face glistened with sweat and her eyes bulged with fear and what looked to also be a touch of uncertainty. “It was him,” the woman shot out one finger to point across the room at the guard opposite the one gripping the stolen valuables, “he gave me those things and told me to put them under her pillow! I asked why and he threatened to accuse me of stealing them myself if I did not do as told!”

“You lie!” the guard screamed back as all eyes turned to him.

Mamuno’s eyes narrowed as looked at the servant who shook harder than before, sweat pouring down her dark form as her lips quivered and her eyes grew wild, “I don’t want to die! I won’t! Not like this, not for this!”

“She lies,” the guard repeated, “I would not steal nor would I abscond upon a guest in this palace!”

“And I would not steal!” the servant screeched back at the guard, tears now flowing, “But it was you that handed me those things and forced me to hide them in here! I swear it on the great Maatrho!”

“This is the lies of a thief! That or some plot by this fire-blood!” the guard roared, his face growing red. The other men were dumbfounded, glances moving back and forth from their master to their comrade and then to each other and back again. 

“Azar,” Mamuno spoke up, “what say you in this? The servant now breaks accusing the guard - after accusing you. Is she a desperate liar and a poor thief? Or has one of my men betrayed me and is using a hapless servant for some ill cause? Or perhaps this is some plot on your part - do you use your wit and wiles to turn my people against me?”

The guard in questions’ face grew redder and his searing expression sharper as he stared into the eyes of the servant behind the Imit who was a mix of terrified and indignant.

A. Intimidation Check (Accused Guard) (Charisma + Intimidation)
B. Perception Check (Mamuno) (Wisdom + Perception)
C. Attack (Accused Guard)
D. Attack (Everyone-Battle)
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