I am tired man, I’ve been awake all day and night, in quite a stressful situation and now I am getting over the Shakes, I can feel myself almost dozing off as I sit there on the floor.

The Dr lady who seemed to “cure” this for now is sitting next to me checking my vitals by hand and waving some wand around me. Someone has moved behind me, holding me up so that I don’t fall backwards, leaning gently back.

I feel horrid, I’ve never had sea sickness before but food poisoning too many times and it feels like that, queasy, and a general feeling of ugggh, room spinning and tinnitus.

As I sit there a middle aged Trax walks in dressed in a black suit and carrying a briefcase, as he sees me he starts yelling at the group and they start talking back trying to either calm him down or explain what just happened. I can’t hear anything from them aside from some mumbling breaking through the tiiiiiiii that I hear as I yawn for a few seconds. My eyelids are getting heavy, like they are tied to bricks.

Ugh, sleep.

That is my last thought as I fall into slumber, a long and quiet sleep.

Waking up I am in a new room, lying on a bed staring up at the smooth stone roof and wall. The bed is in the far left corner and turning to my right I can see the bars of my cell, some clear energy running between each bar. Electricity?

I go to sit up, lifting myself up with my hands, I feel something around my waist. It’s a belt tied around my stomach with a large crystal over where my Well is. Arms free I can finally stretch my arms and shaking them to get the pins and needles out. I feel so much better, the effects from the Shakes are all gone now.

They did take away my gambeson and needles and have just left me with my pants and undershirt. No cuffs on my hands or legs so that’s something. I have no idea what time it is or any updates.

My interface is still bugging out, no new messages on the proverbial answering machine. As I sit up and walk toward the bars I get a new message! Koda is in my shadow and has texted me an update.

“Friend Michael, You have been asleep for many hours and you have been moved underground, still in the City Guard building. Scouting of the Guard has revealed that they have doubts that you had murdered. Some new Kage have also made it inside thanks to Number 4, I have tasked them to scout and remain hidden.”

“We were really worried.”

Koda was worried for me? I, I don’t know how to feel about that to be honest. As a matter of fact I haven’t even acknowledged that he was calling me Friend Michael. After what I had done with them I had thought that they might not feel happy at the prospect of getting killed and then resurrected into a new body, they did accept but. I am starting to have second thoughts about this Power now. I need to think about this.

“Thank you Koda, I really appreciate it” I reply aloud, not caring who hears with a sad smile on my face.

As I reach the electrified bars I can’t see too far, it looks like a long corridor that stretches up and down this underground tunnel. The lights are all on and a light inset on the wall in front of me is the only light I have at the moment. Guessing it's like a dim lighting system?

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I stand there for a moment as I stretch as I hear a sound down the corridor, a multi-door opening and footsteps, multiple people walking down. As they approach I see that Trax in a suit from earlier, the Dr lady and Adoazze. Taal is nowhere to be found thankfully, I could go without seeing that guy for a bit longer.

I stand there as they position themselves in front of me, the light fixture in my cell lights up with a bright white light. The bars stop being electrified and the Dr lady walks up to the bars, waving a wand at me for a few seconds before stepping back.

“He’ll be ok.” She says turning toward the others.

Adoazze walks forward, “I suppose you know what that was?”

“Yeap” I reply, “The Shakes, first time so that was an unwelcome surprise. And you two are?”

“That explains why it was so severe.” Says the Dr Lady.

“This is Lourhurst Imi, our analyst and medic.” Before turning toward the Trax, “This is Eastree Choaene, your Lawyer.”

“Lawyer huh? Master Carson send you?”

“He did” Eastree replies, his voice is young and full of confidence, just like some big shot lawyer you see in TV series.

“Now that your feeling better, we’ll leave you two to talk.” Adoazze says as she and Lourhurst walk back down the tunnel.

Some of the bars slip into the floor and Eastree walks in with them closing behind him.

“So, Mr hot shot lawyer, what's the plan?”

“Well first off we need to talk, I can’t be your defence if I don’t know all the details.”

Shrugging I turn around and sit on my bed saying, “Well by all means, please step right into my office.”

Joining me on the bed I give him the play by play of the last few days, my arrival into Oghquoa, meeting Lock, becoming an Adventurer, the Missions and stuff.

After a few hours of monologue broken by the odd question we reach todays events, with Eastree caught all up he sits there in thought for a few moments before asking,

“Ok, Now you’re not going to like this next question but I will really need to know. Did you kill Alaline Feaph?”

Looking at him for a moment, I sadly shake my head, “Mate, No. How many times do I have to say this?”

Shrugging he replies, “In my kind of work, it's better if I know my client is guilty. Then I can focus on getting them out.”

“Well mate, now you know. Any ideas?”

“Several, there are a lot of laws and legal presidents around this sort of situation, Loaphax vs The Dominion of Exted is one, Heesh vs Gatbumland is also another one.”

“Mate, what's the bloody game plan?” I ask frustrated.

“I need to have a look at finding out what evidence they have against you and what defences we could use against them. OutWolders are a very grey area in the law.”

I pause for a few moments, thinking back to some ideas I was running through. “I was thinking, the only way for me to prove that I am not the killer, if there was one to begin with, is to find the real killer.”

“You want to make a deal with them to let you in on the investigation? There’s no way they’ll go for it!”

“Think about it, we’re in that grey area right now. I get the feeling that if we bring it up, that I’m willing to do this then they might just let me.”

Shaking his head he gets off my bead and walks back toward the bars, as they move down he turns back and says.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do. At the very least I can see about getting you on some kind of parole.”