"Hey? Why are there so many city guards this morning?" Aaliyah noticed the soldiers' figures.
Each of them moved swiftly, as if carrying out a mission, clearly not just performing a simple daily patrol.
"Under the 'Sen City Security Ordinance' and based on eyewitness testimony, we are arresting you for suspected involvement in last month's violent robbery at the conch shell shop! Surrender peacefully!"
The restrained man, taller than the average adult male, exhibited some physical traits indicative of Sea Race descent.
He struggled fiercely, letting out a hoarse, low growl, "Let go of me!"
Surrounding pedestrians and vendors stopped to watch, murmuring among themselves.
Some showed sympathy, while others recoiled in disgust and fear, silently stepping back a few paces.
Gauss and his group happened to pass by, slowing their mounts to take in the scene more carefully.
"So many city guards are dispatched just to arrest someone..." Aaliyah realized.
