Nowaru

To be honest, I don't quite understand. So, this fellow who called himself Druagruon of Chestfal used some very dark magic on me – a spell of domination. If it had worked, I would have been forced to obey all his commands. Luckily, my mental resilience was stronger. The powerful water spell that I know couldn't stop him. I really didn't want to be controlled, and I didn't want to put my mind through that again, so I tried to freeze him. Unfortunately, I overdid it. Instead of just turning him into an ice sculpture, I shattered him.
I must point out, Master Raimar, that I am aware of my transgression and did not try to hide or attack the guards with magic.

— Are you slow on the uptake, or what? — Raimar grabbed the explanation that Rumke had written and, without reading it, tore it into small pieces. — This isn't your first offense in this city, and I have enough evidence to lock you up. This weirdo, — the head of the guard turned Haimar's head in his hands and then tossed it to Rumke. — I have no idea who he is; I'm not interested in dead people. But it's funny, just a couple of hours ago, he was drinking with me in a small group. He was a friend of one of the wizards from the Academy. Understand? Who would believe your words if the head of the city guard and a master from the Academy vouch for the deceased? Do you think that won't be enough? And what about this? — Raimar pointed to a ring lying on the table. — A personal item of a man who died a few days ago. A very wealthy man, I might add. It's possible that he was actually murdered and not the victim of an accidental death? Oh, you say you found it on the body of the frozen jerk? Well, my men's report will say something different. — The head of the guard approached the wizard from behind and put his hands on his shoulders. — Understand the situation you're in, Duke. You have two choices: rot in jail or become my little dog.