Alone

[Bjorn]

"To answer your question, first," Bjorn interjects smoothly, "I'm afraid I don't know; they're questioning them in the Lorekeeper's tower, and that was a problem."  He grimaces faintly.  "One of them -- Derrick -- was wearing a Star of David, for what it's worth."

He drums his fingers across his forearm, in a short staccato beat.  "I could contact Lord Bloom now," he offers, slowly.  "It's a bit risky, not knowing their abilities."

[Brian]

"Or if they have any," Lindsey notes.  "It's entirely up to you.  Most likely it's nothing that can't wait until after anyway.  As in, when they release me."

[Rezantis]

"You're better off not, Bjorn. We don't really know the risks there anyway and it's being overused."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn grunts.  "I'd rather avoid the risk whenever possible," he admits.  "It's a good policy."

Squaring his shoulders, he continues, "I should probably let Paul know what the situation is.  Unless there's somethinge else you'd like to know?" he directs to Lindsey.

[Brian]

"Knowing I'll be let out is enough for now," Lindsey says, shrugging.  "The conditions are better than I had feared, but still...."

[Rezantis]

"Not much fun. Well, at least you're getting out of here."

He nods to Lindsey and heads for the door, planning on asking the guard to let him speak to Paul.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn also steps out to the main chamber, and addresses the guards.  "Mistress Lindsey is to be released," he says.  "Have the appropriate orders arrived yet?"

[Brian]

"Oh?" the guard asks, frowning.  "By who's authority?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn raises his eyebrow.  "Lord Kevin ordered her arrested," he points out.  "The only one with the authority to release here would also be Lord Kevin."

[Brian]

"Of course," the guard says, shaking his head like it was obvious.  "You may leave, then," he informs Lindsey, who seems more than happy to step outside of the cell.  Turning back to Bjorn, he asks, "And the other?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn holds up a hand to forestall Lindsey, and eyes the guard sternly.  "I did not order her released," he says quietly, "or claim to carry the order.  I asked if the orders had yet arrived.  I gather, by what you have said, they have not."

He pauses, and his gaze softens a little.  "The orders should arrive soon, however, and I see no harm in allowing Mistress Lindsey out of her cell -- under my authority.   However," with a nod at the priestess, "I am afraid that until the orders do arrive, you must still remain in this room, in the presence of the guards, Mistress."

Turning back to the guard, he continues, "To the best of my knoweldge, Master Durant is to remain in custody.  However, Sir Shuker and I will speak with him."

[Brian]

Lindsey looks a bit annoyed at this, but apparently the execution chamber is a better place to be than the cell.

Somehow.

The guards look confused, though.  "If the order is coming, then it's okay," the guard says.  "Right?  I mean, that will be the order, so, what's the problem?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn's gaze on the soldier hardens again.  "This is war-time," he says, in a soft and icy tone.  "In war, success and survival depend on following orders to the letter.  If you think that the knowledge that an order is coming is the same as holding the order itself, then perhaps a stint in the front ranks might convince you otherwise -- and you can see that even knowing the order to charge is coming does not make it wise to charge before the order is given."  His eyes narrow.  "Is that clear?"

[Brian]

"As clear as the wound I took yesterday fighting at your side that put me here," he replies in a very strained voice.  "Anything else, my lord?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn's lip curls at the guard's near-insolence, and his eyes narrow.  Irritation surges in his mind, and, for a second, he reacquires the body language and mannerisms of who he was on Earth.

"If you were injured in last night's battle," he says softly, meeting the guard's eyes with an even, cold glare, stepping closer just a hair and looming, more with will than by stature, "then I will assume that the pain from that is the reason that you've forgotten things every recruit should know about the chain of command."

Stepping back again, he continues in a business-like tone, "This is, of course, unacceptable.  So have Captain Stuarts appoint a replacement for you on this shift, and then go rest.  If you haven't been to the healers yet, do so, and tell them I said I want you ready to be back in your place in the front ranks where you belong as soon as possible.  Understood?"

OOC: Putting influence in to boost my PRE to 14.  Conversation if necessary: aiming both to establish my right to throw orders around, and placate him with the offering of some time off and back on the front lines where he'd apparently rather be. ;)