Luck was not on his side. The guard was asking all the questions that Erekez would've preferred not to answer in rapid succession of one another. It must've come with experience on the job, and it was beginning to unnerve him. He was being asked questions about as quickly as he could decide what he was going to say next. He had expected a question about his arm, but it didn't mean he had an answer prepared. Luck had never been on his side. Erekez wasn't sure why he had turned to it so suddenly in such a situation. Perhaps it was trying something new, seeing if it had any real world uses. For others, maybe. For him, it was a resounding 'no'. Why feel the need to try something new, when the old had never let you down before? Luck didn't bow to him. Neither had he ever prayed for it to. Knowledge was, and he knew facial expressions betrayed thoughts easier than words. Erekez was sticking with what he knew, but applying it in a different way. Instead of masking emotions, why not read them on others? There was so many things that wasn't perfect about this plan. Eyris guide me. "I had a run-in with a thief earlier on this morning." Erekez said, steeling himself and his gaze, watching the guard's face. "The guy pulled a dagger on me, hoping it would be enough to persuade me. Suffice to say, it didn't. He took a slash at me a couple of times. Didn't do much damage until he got this hit across my arm. Somebody must've heard the commotion as we were found before they, I assume, ran off for the guard. I took the distraction as a chance to escape. I don't know anything more after that." It wasn't a lie. That was what had happened. Erekez had just decided to leave out the details in between, such as fighting back, killing and the distraction being over a dead body, as opposed to opposite a thief with a dagger. It was risky, but he had no choice. The guard must've been pretty sure that Erekez was the man he was looking for. He wouldn't have spent so long questioning him if he wasn't. From this point, all he would need to do was ask Erekez to come back to the crime scene. He'd shown enough skill in his job for Erekez to know he'd notice the cloth was the same as the shirt on the thief. With the information he had just given, the guard should decide he was the killer. If he was convicted, he had nothing to lose now. His life was already on the line. All Erekez was hoping to see was if this guard believed there was never a time when killing was acceptable, or if it was only under extenuating circumstances. He moved his cloak enough that it wouldn't prevent getting to his dagger, knowing full well it was stupidity to attempt a fight with a dagger against a Wave Guard with a longsword. He didn't want a fight. Just a chance to get away. This was his confession, as well as the guards test. |