Justitia landed nearby Warshawa, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, she was in high spirits after her visit to the righteous one, she was happy the spider survived Ostkampf. However, when she approached Warshawa she got held up at the gate for 'looking suspicious', which was an unfortunate side effect of hiding herself behind a cloak. Fortunately, the gate guard in question got dragged back by the same man with a monocle back when she first entered, and again granted entry with rather ease. This time there was no exchange of snarky remarks, but the gatekeeper does glare at Justitia's back.
Justitia quickly makes her way toward Mr. Gremtall's shop, rapidly weaving her way through the dense crowds. This time, she pays much closer attention to little thieves, and as the thieves see Justitia, she stares back. No thief is foolish enough to try and rob a cloaked person who is clearly expecting to be robbed. As she makes her way to Gremtall's shop, she notices the same pair of guards leaving the shop just as she approaches, they notice her, but simply scoff and leave.
"If it isn't my least suspicious acquaintance! Did you need to know something else about the target we talked about yesterday before you left?" Gremtall appears to be in a very jovial mood, despite his assumption that the job hasn't been finished yet.
"I have brought the poison you requested, does this satisfy you?" The merchant looks in surprise, and closely inspects the jar. He looks between the jar, Justitia, and back to the jar again.
"Well I'll be! If it isn't the first competent employee I have had MY WHOLE LIFE!" Gremtall says the last bit with a not insignificant amount of venom in his voice, making sure the stock clerk working in the back hears him clearly. "Seriously though, how did you get it so fast? Travel time alone should be half a day, not to mention preparations for taking down the beast. I heard that quite a few of the adventurer's guild went out to find it."
"I simply asked nicely, and offered some chocolate in return." Gremtall looks at Justitia like she just randomly decided to do a backflip in his store, before bursting with laughter.
"OHO, that's good! I'll make sure to tell my... fetchers that one! Get their panties in a twist! Alright, I of all people can understand wanting to keep some things... discreet. Here, 50 silvers, you earned it." Gremtall rubs his hands, as Justitia takes the money, and fastens it to her hip.
"Now, if you are interested in more... interesting deals. I recently acquired a... valuable asset, it needs to be moved somewhere safer as fast as possible, I thought someone with your... skills would be interested?" Gremtall looks at Justitia with poorly concealed greed.
"If it pays well, I will aid you in this." Justitia too has been afflicted with greed, as she thinks of all the chocolate bars she could buy with another easy payday.
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"Excellent, this is the package I was talking about." Gremtall reveals a container filled with liquid... and an arm. He begins to explain the details, but Justitia's attention is locked on the arm floating in the liquid.
[Arm of an Angel]
Justitia looks on the arm with wide eyes, that's her arm isn't it? How did it get here? If it got here... does that mean?
"Where are the scales!?" Justitia slams her hands on the desk of the merchant, and he stumbles back in surprise.
"Pardon?" Gremtall has no idea what the crazy woman means.
"THE SCALES!? They should have been close to the arm! WHERE IS IT GREMTALL!" Justitia doesn't let the man back away further, she lunges for his jacket. Grabbing it tightly, she pulls him close, all the while sweat becomes visible on the merchant.
"T-The baron! H-He had an expedition intercept some of those cultists! They got it from them, and the highest value items were said to go to the baron himself!" Gremtall barely manages to get the words out, why is this lady suddenly going crazy? Thankfully, it seems cavalry is arriving in the form of the guards.
"Is she the one?" A large guard with a halberd asks while pointing at a lady in a cloak harrassing the store owner. Gremtall does quickly put the jar away, not wanting it to be confiscated as 'evidence'.
"That's the one." The monocled man standing next to the sergeant notices the merchant hiding the jar, but dissmisses the arm in favor of the rest.
"Ma'am, you are under arrest and to be taken in for interrogation." The sergeant grips his halberd, waiting for the woman to respond, multiple men stand outside as well, waiting for something to happen.
Justitia thinks for a while as she locks eyes with the men, each shrinking back at her gaze.
"I will only come along if you guide me to the baron." The appraiser takes offense at the words of Justitia.
"Y-You are under suspicion of mass murder! What makes you think you are in a position to make demands!?" Justitia shifts her unseeing gaze to the appraiser, and her left hand dissapears under her cloak.
"Apologies for the insensitivity of my fellow man, the people are on edge lately. As it so happens, the baron did specifically request your presence at his mansion. If you could be so co-operative as to follow me." The sergeant expertly de-escalates the situation, and Justitia follows after the man. As she steps outside, she quickly gets flanked by soldiers, equipped with a wide variety of weapons.
The trip to the mansion doesn't take long, but at the door, she is requested to relinquish her cloak and weapon. Justitia relents, not seeing any true value in the plasma cutter or her disguise so close to the scales. She knows they are in this building, she can feel them so close. As she takes off the cloak, the soldiers are all surprised at seeing a living [Angel]. They were believed to be an extinct race, only seen being used as trophies by powerful necromancers.
"The angel, we meet at last." Justitia hears the baron behind her, upon the initial things she heard of the man, she thought he would be a fat weak little man, instead she sees a man that makes the sergeant look small. Even while in his mansion, he's armed and armored, and he clearly carries himself like an experienced combatant.
"You have been causing a lot of trouble for me, you know?" The baron sounds like the two of them are in on some sort of joke, but it's clear he doesn't find anything to this situation very funny.
"No words for yourself? I thought angels were better than this, regardless, after today you won't be an issue anymore."