Chris:

glad to see they were smart enough not to put us all in one cell

DM:	Or something of that ilk. You have seen Ordos interrogation rooms, and they normally look much worse than this, so you don't feel too scared...

Man's Voice:

You are going to let a murderer walk free, just to put everyone at risk.

Ordos Officer:

Because risks are how we got this far. We have been fighting the daemonic threat for centuries, and we still know almost nothing about them. As our borders expand, do you really think we won't run into something we don't know how to handle?

Man's Voice:

And what if this backfires? We will have let the Xenos right into our homes.

DM:	He shakes his head in embaresment, probably feigned, and removes the scowl from his face. He now speaks in the soft voice of a boy, despite clearly being no younger than 40.

Constance Stendatem:

I got that impression. Breaking and entering, resisting arrest, accomplice to murder, interference in anti-daemonic activity...

Officer Septum:

You are a good student at the arcane college, noted for your devotion to ordos principles.

Officer Septum:

Tell me, what exactly did you suspect by the time you were at that warehouse?

Constance Stendatem:

That we were on the trail of terrorists. I'm not certain why anyone would seek to depose the only government still in existence, but some people are not very rational.

Officer Septum:

That probably isn't the case. We think this was a murder.

Constance Stendatem:

That's a lot of fireworks for a simple murder.

Officer Septum:

But it was sure to kill it's target. Divers revealed that the bomb was directly under Mr. Stendatem's seat. What are the odds?

Constance Stendatem:

... slim. Who would want to kill my husband, though?

Officer Septum:

I don't know. I actually don't care. Murder investigations are best left to investigators like the one in your company.

Officer Septum:

We scaned all three of you with artifacts from the old empire, and both of your companions, but not you, had wards on them. They do not seem to be human in origin. This leaves only one conclusion: there are Xenos interested in the affairs of these two.

Officer Septum:

I work with the unbelievable every day, Mrs. Stendatem. I think you agree that this isn't something to be taken lightly?

Constance Stendatem:

How would one even begin to investigate it?

Officer Septum:

Neither of these two seemed to be up to anything illegal or cult-related, other then Mr. Goodfellow's normal work, prior to the bombing. I want to simply let the three of you go, and watch what happens.

Officer Septum:

You see, the Ordos Manuastra has always killed anything suspicious on sight, and for good reason. But this time, it's different. The wife of the man in question is an Ordos trainee. This is where you come in, Mrs. Stendatem.

Officer Septum:

You will watch these two, and keep us aware of anything of suspect that goes on. We need to know if and how they are cooperating with Xenos. It will give us insight into what daemons do when they don't think we're watching.

Constance Stendatem:

They haven't since I've been with them. I would have noticed that for certain. It would be difficult, but not impossible, for Ignatius to have hidden such activity.

Constance Stendatem:

His record for uncanny success may be related, perhaps.

Constance Stendatem:

Consorting with daemons is a good way to know things that one otherwise wouldn't. An invaluable skill for an investigator.

Officer Septum:

A bold hypothosis. That is the kind of thing you will need to be aware of. I was hoping you were the smart girl your instructers informed me of,

Officer Septum:

This will be a great leap for humanity if all goes well.

Officer Septum:

Knowledge, my dear. We still don't know how daemons communicate amoung themselves or among each other. We don't know how capable of making plans they are. What they can and cannot do. This could reveal that and much more.

Officer Septum:

There is one other matter that must be adressed. I can have your murder charges waived without an issue, but your unauthorized use of magic is my job to handle. Can't just let that slide...

Officer Septum:

Unless you were an acting member of the Ordos Manuastra...

Officer Septum:

You are an inducted watchmen of the Ordos now. As you are well aware, this grants you licence to arrest and use any magic or old empire artifacts, but not to nulify other lawmen or order soldiers. You are our eyes and ears, nothing more. If you think you have tracked a cultist or daemon for sure, call us.

Constance Stendatem:

What if you're wrong, and it's something other than a daemon? Some new form of magic, perhaps; you said only that it was unidentified. Or if it was daemons, but they never appear again. What happens then?

Officer Septum:

Then it isn't my problem. Report of course, but if Xenos are not involved, it is not the Ordo's buisness.

Officer Septum:

Not yet. I do not want the others to know you are working for us, and so you will be returned to your cell. I will have you all released at once.

Officer Septum:

This whole conversation never happend, by the way.

Officer Septum:

And one last thing... your husband. Ignatious Spendatem is not accused of any crimes prior to this incedent, and the ward is the only thing out of order with him at all, but you must realize that there is a chance the worst is true about him. You do accept that?

Officer Septum:

And should he be found to be in cohoots with, or actually a Xenos in disguise, you are required to give us information that will lead to your husbands death. Do you fully understand that?

Officer Septum:

Good. I am no fool, Mrs. Stendatem. I know you are conflicted in your intrests, but understand that this may do wonders for the new empire. Any more questions?