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The talk of killing is enough to take anyone's interest, so I stop and turn back towards the guard, asking him what he meant by such a thing.
>"What? N-Nothin', I'm just...I have been here for some time, and the death of the Queen has shaken me. I know not what I say."
"Please, sir, if there is something troubling you, I wish to be able to help."
Whatever the reason may be, he seems to relax a small amount at my affirmation. He begins to talk to me;
He says that he is part of the Guardsmen, and that his name is Grosim. He was stationed near Maltide when the queen was killed. It was murder of some degree, he tells me, and that most of the capital city (Centrasé, if I am not mistaken) was destroyed in the process. Those left alive or in neighboring towns were panicking, and that the Royal Collective were afraid of a mass riot if word spread. The area surrounding the castle was put into unofficial quarantine while the Collective sought out for rapid repairs of Centrasé.
He hurries along by saying that he was meant to collect taxes the other day, when some bandits had jumped him. Instead of stealing from him, however, they figured a better plan: set him up in this booth here to collect a decent sum from anyone moving along the roads. If he denied being a part of it, they said they will kill him. He then apologizes for dragging me into his problems, and that if I wish to continue on, he will simply collect double the "toll" from the next person to pass.
It is a terrible situation for him to be in, but I am unsure how much help I could possibly give to him. If I do decide to offer him any, of course.
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