It was large and round, jutting out from the wall itself, with doors and windows. The tower was a few stories tall, much higher than the wall itself, with battlements on top. Upon finding it, she stepped into the door, and found two soldiers sitting at a table.
They were tall humans, especially compared to Karendle’s own stature, each wearing a tunic with the emblem of the Twynne Rivers army. They stood right away and put their hands on their sword hilts.
“What are you wanting, now, miss?” One of them said, with narrow eyes full of suspicion.
“A - a young wizard was brought in here last night. A thief. I want to see her.”
“Prisoners don’t get visitors!” He barked, then reconsidered her. “What’s your authority?”
She hadn’t considered this question. She looked carefully at them both, “I’ve been given charge to track wizards in this city. I want to speak with the one you have captive.”
“So you say. Show us your letter and seal. We won’t just let anyone through here.”
Of course. Those men didn’t give me any authorization. And I should have asked to see theirs, too. What’s their authority? Who hired them?
“I, ah, I don’t have one yet.”
The guards laughed and glanced at each other. “Well, you’d best be getting one, or we won’t let you pass.”
“Of course,” She muttered, mostly to herself, “Thank you.” She stepped back out onto the street.
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