The Third Siege of Greatbridge: Events of Malachite the 2nd, 204
“Solon!” Oh, gods. She recognized that voice. Sure enough, in stormed Keilden, the dwarf she'd made the mistake of naming sheriff. Hell, she'd figured he'd be all right for the job; he'd volunteered after all. In retrospect, that was the problem. Never trust a volunteer. “Solon, I can't hold my tongue any longer” Wasn't aware that you ever had, she thought “I'm afraid that the criminal element in this fortress is out of control, and it seems to me that the blame for this rests squarely on your shoulders!”
“Wait, my shoulders? What are you going on about? And isn't it your job to control the, um... the criminal element?”
“Yes, and it's damn hard for me to do that without a proper jail! Seeing that you haven't seen fit to give me one! How can I deal with all these criminals” and here he pulled a long sheet of paper from his vest pocket, “without a proper jail?”
Solon stared. “Wait, just how many dwarfs do you have on that list?”
“I'm glad you asked me. Perhaps this will impress you with the seriousness of the situation.” He cleared his throat and began to read aloud. “Inaluct, Miner, two counts littering, 60 days. Pokpokpokpok, mechanic, one count loitering, three counts public indecency, 120 days. Solon Wardbridges, one count premeditated murder, life-”
“What the hell! I've never killed anyone!”
“My records have you saying, in regards to Lord Legon, and I quote, “I could kill that bastard.” It seems quite clear to me.”
“Ok, that's it, no. We aren't doing this.” Her eyes narrowed. “You have every single dwarf in the fortress listed there, don't you?”
He scanned the list, “Yes, it appears so. As I said, the criminal element...”
“We are under siege right now, you idiot! You can't arrest everyone! Th- that just doesn't make sense! Now get out of my office!”
“You may live to regret this, Wardbridges...” With that, he turned and stalked out.
Solon, watched him go, her head in her hands. “Yes, that would just be my luck, wouldn't it?”