Mord was woken by a roar of people coming down the hallway to his station.
"We would like to jail this traitor for conspiring against us!" one of the group shouted.
"For conspiring with Lysa!" another added.
"No!" a man bellowed. "The lady is innocent in this. It's one of her bannermen!"
More scuffling and shouting ensued. Mord was nervous. The lady didn't tell him to jail anyone yet.
Someone managed to calm the group down and turned to Mord. "Whatever the reasons, we've agreed this person is a traitor and demand you jail them!"
Mord said nothing.
The man's expression softened. "Look, I know you're only supposed to do this with the Lady's approval," he calmly said. He looked down to a pouch at his waist, which he began to softly pat, "but this is important."
"Gold?" Mord asked.
"Gold," the man smiled.
Mord smiled.
costabunny, a loyal, has been sent to a skycell to die. It is now NIGHT 4.