Damien could see the dilemma in the man's eyes as if fighting for something but the expression on his face was docile and quiet to look at. The guardsman didn't reply in the beginning before he said,
"I am sorry, Sir. I need to go back to my home. My wife waits for me," his eyes looked back at Damien unblinkingly. Staring back with a small polite smile which anyone could spot on how odd it was. Guardsmen were never kind, usually, men who were rough were the ones who were assigned for the job to be able to handle any kind of people.
"Hmm?" Damien hummed before saying, "How about we go to your home and get your wife along. I wouldn't take too much of your time. We will be going to meet the magistrate later."
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