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The clerk then put the bag away. She filed the bail order. The guard trudged off to get the vampire.

The man approached the vampire's cell. (Still can't remember name.) "Get up. Bail's posted."

Fanari was just kneeling on the ground, looking at Syinter. Her law was hanging open, but she closed it. She slowly turned back to the ground in front of her. A flare of anger boiled inside of her. She clenched her hands, trying to make her anger subside. After all I do for you, I fight so that you can have emotions again, and you don't even say hello, or even look at me. Her anger was boiling again already. What....the fuck!

The imperials didn't stand down. They charged the forces, believing in their own strength. But their strength, they had measured too heavily. The archers had just been brought forward. There were over 130 of them, and they fired upon the heavily armored soldiers, killing around 25. The archers crouched, and crossbowmen were behind them. They shot the rest of the soldiers down. Grektiv said "So far, we've suffered minimal casualties, milord. It's been easygoing thus far, but they most likely have a large concentration of soldiers inside. We must be wise with our attack on the Palace."