Chapitre 583: Rude Awakening

⟬ Head Magistrate's Residence. ⟭ 

A heavy fist pounded on the door to Antonidus' bedchambers, "Head Magistrate! Head Magistrate. Are you still there?"

Ignoring the voice, Antonidus stretched his arms and back... only to have to creak, crack, and pop-- grimly reminding him of his old age. Shaking his head, he unhurriedly put on his Magistrate robe. 

An earlier series of knocks had awoken him-- and rather rudely. This set of knocks was urging him to hurry. 

He combed his long white beard thoughtfully, wondering what terrible thing had befallen his city this time... Likely, another merchant's son had been 'wrongfully' imprisoned or the Church enforcers were trying to shut down a bishop's favorite brothel. 

Maybe an important building was on fire? Flamescarred Sons of Qotal... He had ordered them all to reside outside of the city. They were all so f... flammable.