Petra looks around for anything that looks like a building that might house someone with authority.

Perception:19

"Hello my leperous friend, it appears you dropped this..." and Citron will hand a finger back to one of the undead passing by "Do ya know where we might find the local authorities as we've got a prisoner to remand in to their custody.."

Petra isn't really able to identify a government building, but the mummy that Citron returns a finger to is able to direct you to a nearby guard station.

Stepping inside, you see that most people here are living, rather than undead. People in livery with the Karrnathi wolf on the chest are talking to civilians, comparing notes at desks, and generally going about the business needed to keep the peace in a large city. You see a large desk where you can tell an officer what you're there for.

Rex: You're talking to an officer, a friendly half-elf named Hathka, when the door opens, and you see precisely the people you're looking for walk in (sans one kalashtar woman, who you thought would be accompanying them). Behind them is an extremely uncomfortable and slightly nauseous-looking elf, bound and clearly their prisoner (Liraes's picture is in the NPC pictures channel for physical description purposes).

"This place is making me uncomfortable, very uncomfortable," Seradis says quietly so that only Liraes would be able to hear her. She knew that such things were possible, but seeing so many of their kind here was a little jarring. Yes, she's been around undead before; but never so many Mabarian undead.

Walking into the guard station, she was relieved that there were living beings in here. 

"Hello, may we speak with the watch commander or sergeant?" Serandis, like usual, has her Death Mask upon her face. Covering her tattoos and markings. 

Citron bobs three feet off the ground happily beside Serandis.

Rex turns to face the group. He'd read descriptions, but it was something different to find the people you've been looking for in the flesh- alive or decaying as it were. The burly dwarf with his thick black mane and beard reaching roughly to his collarbones is younger than many dwarfs you've seen, but there's something in his eyes that make you think that he might be wise beyond his years. His uniform and badge  are clean, his overall demeanour proper and officious.

"Lady Serandis, I presume. And you must be Citron. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, though I must admit, I have you at a disadvantage. I've been hearing about you for a fair bit now, while I doubt you even know the first thing about me. Allow me to introduce myself- Reginald Burnside, Crown Envoy and Investigator. Though, if you prefer a more informal moniker, Rex will do." He gives a polite smile, and holds steady eye contact, looking at each of you in turn to get an impression and match the reality up with what he already heard. After a few moments, he continues.
" It is fortuitous for us to meet here. How may I be of service?"

Citron zips defensively in between Rex and Serandis when he approaches, and his spectral horn glitters ominously.

"Are you in charge here?  We've got a prisoner to remand in to your custody until such time as his friends can retrieve him." and Citron will gesture towards Liraes "Attempted murder, intent to do bodily harm, assault on a respected member of the clergy, as well as several other gross misconducts."

Rex tracks the defensive move, but graciously doesn't focus on it. With a polite smile, he calls over an officer. "Lou, these fine people are here to hand over a suspect. Please get the constable, so that the proper procedures can be looked to." Then, looking at the small fairy, the dwarf adds: "As that exchange probably made clear, I am not. I, much like ourself, am simply passing through. But I do know my way around the sometimes labyrinthine ways of the local bureaucracy. Now then, is there anything else?"

Citron ponders for a moment "Perhaps a nice cold Nightwood Ale.." and he will produce forth a foaming tankard from somewhere and take a big swig from it and smacks his lips.  "Ahhhhh, oh and some tea for my friend Serandis"

He then looks around the place to see what other interesting things are going on in here.

[Perception: 12]

The officer that Rex called over to blinks and nods as he heads off to grab his superior for this. The secretary Serandis initially addressed shrugs, as that's basically what they would have ended up doing, and helps the next person, shooing you all to the side.

A few moments later, a tall woman with her black hair back in braids makes her way over, her uniform denoting her captain status for those of you who are familiar with such things. She gives Liraes an up and down look, then turns her gaze on all of you. "Captain Havrar. What in Karrn's name is a tied-up Aereni elf doing in my station?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well they're not trying ta murder us no more....." Citron says matter-of-factly

"We bring word from the Revered Vorik. Liraes and some of my other kin attacked and tried to murder the leader of the church in that town. After a very hard-fought battle, we were able to apprehend Liraes and make sure the other attackers left without causing further harm. This one here is sworn to the Undying Court and should be treated as much as his rank allows. I would suggest sending word to an ambassador of my people to help you alleviate this situation. But alas, I won't pretend to tell you how to do your job, Constable. We just want to make sure he is treated humanly and with the proper respect given foreign nationals acting within the borders of a sovereign nation." Serandis says as she removes her mask so that the woman may see her face for the first time. 

"Please, our people are taught for generations that what is practiced here is evil. I am trying to bridge that gap. Hopefully, I am successful."

With literally every word Serandis says, Captain Havrar looks like she has a headache, and it's getting worse. "So he's an Aereni elf...sworn directly to the Undying Court...who attacked and tried to destroy a Seeker elder...and is now being turned in at the City of Night by another Aereni elf." She rubs her forehead. "By the Divinity Within, I was really hoping for a quiet finish to the evening. All right. If you give him to me, I'll get him processed and start reaching out to the right people. Although I need to get a few answers for the report. Just to clarify, the charge is assault with intent to destroy an undead elder of the Blood of Vol? Was the elder an oathbound? And you said they were named Vorik? Did you get the names for any of his companions? Are they Aereni civilians, or are they Deathguard or otherwise part of the military? And does Vorik require further assistance?"

Rex can't help but feel his own eyebrow rise in surprise. The group before him had somehow managed to escape a major diplomatic incident, but whether by luck or stratagem, Rex wasn't yet sure. Clearly though, Serandis seemed to know her way around the tangle of politics and seemed to know the value of stating things plainly and simply. He wondered whether she wa the leader of the group. His reports hadn't been clear on the matter.

“I am but a traveller in this strange country, I do not know if they were Oathbound or what that even means. But he has been called in my presence “Revered” and “Revered Seeker”. But yes, he does require assistance immediately and at your earliest convenience.” Serandis answers those questions before moving on with the ones pertaining to her kind.

”Here is your prisoner, any information you need can be given freely from him or through and interpreter. I am honor bound by our agreement to bring him here and say no more, other than those with him pose no more of a threat to these lands. They are bound by their oath as I am bound in mine.” She pauses for a moment and looks at Liraes, “He is a good man, not evil or malicious. Please, treat him fairly.” 

"An oathbound is our term for a mummy elder of the Blood of Vol," Captain Havrar explains briefly. She frowns and looks at Liraes who is not putting on his cooperative face. "We'll get him under a zone of truth and processed." She takes Liraes's arm and signals for a junior officer to come bring him to a cell. "What are your names?" she asks next, turning to the group.

"I am Serandis Mendaen of the Shae Deseir," She bows her head as her right arm goes wide and floats below Citron. "This here is Citron, of Thelanis. And Petra. We had another member of our trope but she stayed behind to watch over the Oathbound Revered Seeker Vorik."

"I have a question, Captain. Maybe I visit him?"

"What?" Captain Havar blinks. "Yes, if he isn't deemed too dangerous, you can visit him once he's been processed." She looks at Rex. "Sir, are these the people you mentioned you were here looking for?"

”Looking for us?” Serandis asks Rex. 

Rex looks to Serandis first, as he considered it impolite to talk about others while they were present. "Indeed I was, though you need not worry." Then turning to the captain, the dwarf adds "Yes, I believe this is them. Now, will this processing take long, or are they free to roam the city?"