[IRP] The Highest Spire

[Andy]

The bald, pudgy mayor bearing an enormous caterpillar-style mustache was waving a bag of money in front of them like he owned them, as if he could buy them off. He seemed quite unconcerned with the fact that one of the 'imposing strangers' still had a fairly large sword naked to the air. Eying the surrounding guards, he glowered at the man, Albert of Iste, before answering with a counter-offer. "Or, you could hand her over to us, and we'll... take care of her," he said, subtly emphasizing the lie he was trying to sell that he would kill her out of sight. He hoped Roland would catch on to his deception and not give him away. "You'll never see us again, and things get to go back to the way they were before. Fair enough?"