Rain was not brought to a cell. Instead, he waited in the office of a very nervous guard captain, with Myrti in the corner. When it was clear he wasn't in trouble, he'd been able to demand her presence for... whatever was to come next.
Whatever it was, he knew the guard captain didn't know, but she'd sent a messenger to the family that ran the city.
It was thus a surprise when a trio of Executioners, two Elevated and one angelic, entered the room with a richly dressed elf with an appeasing grin.
"We'll take him from here," the angel said, after casting a single glance at Rainier. He was a thin male with orange eyes and wings of a similar light blue to Rainier's hair, only dappled with black and brown.
There was no protest from the guard Captain, but Rainier raised his voice. "This girl works for me," he said, gesturing at Myrti.
The angel sniffed. "I won't sully our Embassy with the steps of a demon. Even a demonkin."
