The three Royal Advocate just stood there
beside their client,unsure of their
next move,or the legal procedure in general.
Finally after 15 minutes of scratching his hide with a wing claw
the latex bat turned and
noticed that Saggitarius was looking up intently
at Azaviel the Wyvern with a frightened
expression,and the old wyvern seemed
to be looking just
as intently at the bite sized
pegasi.
In a deadpan drawl Exalt said" I think its
feeding time for wyverns around noon"
to which the wyvern gave a grunt and the
potential prey item
the horsey Royal Advocate
gave a frightened whinney.
Luckily for all concerned
Seargent Raws came in leading Cloudy
the Wyvern
and hitched a tow leash between Cloudy's harness and
Azaviels.
He then led the two wyverns out of the Court,between the pillars and down the steps
motioning for
Exalt,Cluul and Saggitarius to follow him.
And so they came to the Wyvern Pavillion where
Azaviel was led to
his wooden den,where
a young boy eagerly rushed
up nd tossed
soothing milkworms at the aged wyvern,
"Here Azaviel,have some more" shouted
Slar Raws,son of Seargent Raws.
Cluul stood to one side,Saggitarius hid behind a bucket
but the Sergent dragged
the reluctant latex
bat to stand beside
Slar and shouted
" Better learn to feed your client boys,if you don't he might
nip off your hand one
day,or worse try to have a go at the Sky King's Royal
hands"
"And" the Seargent growled to Saggitarius and Cluul
"If he gets on the wrong side of Cluligula the three of you,and I reckon
me besides,will be joining Citizen Azaviel on the
Chopping Block"
So the three Royal Advocates learned over the next few hours to feed
the beast
and just as importantly
sneak sleep and drowsiness causing powders in the pail
of milk worms they fed their
client.
Finally the elderly wyvern was snoozing away in his den
and the five of them went to the humn habitations
and talked business.
The corpse of the allegedly murdered Corrupted
Paladin lay in a box of ice pellet ammunition in the
Royal Armoury.
The victim had been found draped over the outstretched
arms of the Statue of the Goddess Veritas,the Goddess of Truth
that still stood atop a
three hundred Royal footlengths pillar
that dominated
the ruins of the
Cloud Point Citadel.
The body had been gouged,the heart torn out
by claw marks such as a big wyvern such as
Azaviel possessed.
And since all the other beasts had been accounted for and in their
dens on the night of the crime,except
for Citizen Azaviel,who had learned the trick of
unlocking his
den doors,escaping and chasing after
the ladies,
it seemed that Azaviel was the prime suspect
in the alleged murder.
The Seargent motioned to his son
Slar,who was handy at charcoal and slate drawings
and young Slar drew a sketch of the Goddess Veritas
and a stick figure image
of a Corrupted Pladin
cradled in her arms.
When the young Master Slar began also sketching
the dead mans 'unit' poking upwards
his dad halted him and said
"That's enough now son,its time you went to bed and let me
talk with these gentlemen over some of your
Uncle Otis's
Joy Juice.