H130, Day 213, ?, [Hilathic, Open]

[hilathic]

After standing in line after in the great courthouse, only to be directed to another line of infinite size for help, Hilathic had lost track of all time. There was still light in the air though he was sure it would be gone soon.

Finally arriving to front of the line Hilathic tried not to look as though he was listening to the old man in front of him speaking to female clerk with the shrill voice. She looked human, but Hilathic was sure she most some how be related to a banshee.

"I tell you though, my son has done nothing wrong! These charges must be a fabrication by the Guvnors to steal my gold. Because my son would never do anything wrong. Don't you think I raised him as a law abiding citizen?" The old man was explaining to the clerk.

"Sir. I am sure I do not know how you raised your son. But his arrest warrant is very clear that five people saw him defacing public property in front of the Mortuary. His court date is set for the 16th, you will have to wait until then to plead yer sons case, Basher." The woman tells the man, in the oh so condescending screech, Hilathic had gotten used to while waiting in this line. The woman motioned for one of the enormous red platemail wear behemoths to remove the old man.

[hilathic]

Finally stepping forward to the counter, Hilathic thinks about telling his tale of woe, going from one clerk to the next, but it had gotten him now where but in another line, "I would like to more about this warrant." Hilathic slides the warrant under the bars of the clerks desks. "Who issued it? What was the crime? A description of the wanted?"

"Odd, all of that information should be printed on the written warrent, Basher." The female clerk takes the warrant and looks it over. "Let me see..." Taking the warrant she turns to a filing cabinet behind her, and begins ruffling through papers and documents.

After some time she turns back to Hilathic with a smile on her face, seeming happy to have found what she was looking for, "Here we go. X'ardu Blackmantle. Human male, approximately six foot 10 inches tall, 258 pounds, blue eyes, platinum blond hair, last known wear abouts, Sigil, clerks ward. Lets see wanted for..." Here she pauses, flipping through the papers of the file in front of her.

[hilathic]

After some time rifling through the file in front of her and returning to the cabinet several times the clerk curses in frustration. "Damnable. One moment, Sir."

Getting up the clerk goes over to a man behind large desk located in the center of Warrant departments office. After sometime the conversation between the two seems to get heated and they look Hilathic's way several times. When the discussion finally end the man at the large desk comes with the clerk to her window.

"I am sorry, Sir. This case is closed and there is no further information." Sliding the warrant back to Hilathic he gives him the leave or else look, Hilathic had seem some many times while in the courthouse.

"That is well! I do not have to worry about my neighbor being this man then. Thank you and good day." Hilathic says as he takes the warrant from off the counter and turns to leave. The "Man" looking as though he wants to say something about Hilathic taking the warrant decides against it and lets him go.