Ithelus smiles and thinks fast.

''Scuz me gentlemen,' He walks forward. 'It is my understanding that you have no more authority in this place than we do, not being a guardsman and all. So either you go about your business, or Gulli here runs along to the Guardhouse and speaks to the captain directly whilst we wait here.'

His hands fingers the hilt of his sickle, and he has instinctively placed himself in between Illiiya and the hounds. He is also holding the Captain's signature in his pouch, but hopes he will not have to use it.