Location [Syliras Location] The Tank

[Dusk]

When a person finds themselves in trouble with the law, they're taken to a large holding cell in the northern-most district. Most of the Knights refer to it as the Tank, since it's really nothing more than a large circular room with a few benches and iron bars protecting the windows and the door. It isn't meant as a permanent punishment, it is simply a place for accused criminals to await their turn before the Council of Three. It is guarded by four wings of Knights, and on any given day you can find anywhere from ten to a hundred people awaiting their turn before the Councilors. Someone can remain in the Tank for a few hours to a week, but their case will eventually be heard. However, anyone who commits additional crimes while in the Tank (such as assault or murder) is killed out of hand without the benefit of a trial. This rule is laid out very carefully to anyone before they are turned loose in the cell, and it's clear from the stains on the stone floor that it is a rule that will be quickly enforced.

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[Dusk]

Damselian and Rhuryc were frog-marched across half of Stormhold Citadel, a trip that took nearly a bell. The guards were silent for the trip, though they might have been more congenial (at least with each other) if the very large Stewart Knight wasn't present. The only time Kimbis talked was to ask their names.

Finally they ascended a flight of stairs and made their way through the twisted maze of the Second Tier, and finally to the foyer of the Tank. It was just an open room, stone walls and floors, with a dozen guards posted around. The far wall, instead of being stone, was made completely of thick iron bars which allowed the Knights to keep an eye on those who'd been thrown into the cell. The Tank was about fifty feet wide and maybe thirty deep, and had about twenty benches in rows within.

There were perhaps twenty people already inside, men and women and even a few scruffy looking boys. Several of them were stretched out on benches or on the floor catching a bit of sleep. "All right," Kimbis said, leading both of the offenders to the door and waving one of the guards to open it. "You'll stay here until you're seen by the Council. The rules are simple: you do anything uncivilized in here, and you'll be run through by the guards. No questions asked, no trial, understand? This is your chance to behave and perhaps show you're willing to work it out. Enjoy your stay," he said dryly, and ushered them both in.

The door closed and locked, and the guards eyed them both from the other side of the bars. Kimbis and the ones who'd escorted them simply left, presumably to fill out paperwork.