That's a good question.
It seems that I can't wait here for the heat to die down- so I either fake my death for them to believe that I'm dead... which solves some problems, but leaves me unable to get married.
Which I don't intend to do.
The problem is- if I respond and try to take the ones sent after me down, it'll only lead to greater measures being enforced by a man that is much more influential than I gave him credit for.
Yeah- so long as you don't let her out of her cell.
Should be fine.
... I mean- you aren't going to have a problem with her- she's been disarmed, and she has no superpowers.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-the assailant as mentioned is standing at the door to her cell, on the inside of course-
-just looking around, when she notices Granteed- Oh well, lookie here.
We've got ourselves a big boy, aye? -oh god, Granteed-
-its' a Cockney woman-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh, you've been down the east end of London have you?
That's where me home is. Beautiful piss-end of the earth, it is- it's our shit gutter an' ain't nothing no Bobby Johnson can do to change that- the East is the realm of Alan people.
-leans against the bars a little- What do you want, anyway?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Well he talks like both.
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