"I will be needing your gun, and you will need to wear these manacles," in his free hand the guard takes out a pair of cuffs.
"Those too while you're at it," Hindrick points to Ed and Azrin's other weapons.
Grommit runs over to Fortuna, who scoops him up. "Of course I'm not about to leave my familiar."
The thug spits on the ground at Olivin's feet and holds his arms forward, allowing the guardsman to cuff him.
"Are you saying you aren't involved with this bunch?" the guard asks Olivin, nodding towards Edmund and Azrin as he cuffs the thugs and Fortuna.
The fourth guard comes back out of the alley, panting. "The elf got away. Is the situation under control?"