The guardsman steps into your personal space, reaching out a hand to grab at Azure’s lead as though to prevent you from running. He pats the horse’s neck, assessing you with quick and sharp eyes. He moves and assess like someone used to being active and in the occasional skirmish, but by himself he doesn’t present any threat to you, especially if you were to draw MotherKiller.
You tilt your chin towards the peasant man, grinding your teeth together as he takes a punch to the gut, despite his cowering and pleading posture. “A lot of men for one lone farmer.”
The guardsman looks over his shoulder, unperturbed by the attack, then looks back at you with an amused grin and a slight shrug. “He’s a known cheat, and owes the governor eight silver. We were instructed not to allow him to leave the city without what’s owed.”
You stare at him, unimpressed. “Why isn’t there a magistrate here then, to ensure fairness in the transaction and collect the money?”
His mouth twists into a frown as he spreads his feet slightly, as though edging into a ready fighting stance. “What’s it to you?” he demands, clearly displeased with your questioning of his and his fellows doings.