Posts from Peter Duff (Goeden Dag) Auto-translated

- They were already defeated. And I mistook you for robbers.

–Me?! You must be joking. And how will you prove that they were defeated before you?

- Ask them. There were some other vagrants there.

--Enough with the nonsense, I'm wearing a police helmet, and all the other gendarmes also have badges. And I find it hard to believe about the street urchins. You started with resistance, deception, you certainly didn't use your real names. Give me just one reason why I shouldn't arrest you for robbery and resisting the police in the line of duty!

- At least because I didn't do anything like that. And besides, sir, you need me for something. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting in this nice little room right now, but in a deep, damp, and stuffy dungeon. And by evening, I would already be hanging in the town square.

– You’re a pain, sir. And I don’t really like the way you’re defending yourself. No, of course, I could ask Thomas to check, but is there really any point in that?

- You're welcome.

– Hey, Thomas! – another gendarme appeared in the room. – Tell me, were there any children in the house?
– I didn’t notice any.
– Please check.
Thomas left and returned half an hour later, with two children.
– These ones? They were near the house.
– These ones? – the gendarme in a helmet asked sternly.
Peter could confirm that these were indeed the children.

- These, these.

The boy and girl seemed to have decided that arguing was pointless and chose a different approach. "We broke the windows," they whimpered. "A mean goblin made us do it! He said he would kill us if we didn't! A mean goblin!" "Hmm, and what was this gentleman doing there?" asked the gendarme in a helmet. "We don't know!" "And is it true that you were doing something there?"

- Nothing special. I was advised to visit the owner of that house as an expert in various antiquities and other unusual things. I came, and there was a mess. And these...
Peter nodded towards the children.

--Alright, then it's decided. We'll fine you for attacking the gendarmes, and you'll spend two days in a cell, right here at the station. Then we'll let you go, but be warned, if it turns out you've lied about anything!

- Thank you, sir!

Peter: -50 copper coins
Two days passed, and since Peter's story was not refuted, but rather confirmed, he was released.

Peter left the gendarmerie, took a deep breath of fresh air, swore, and headed to the market square for tobacco, ammunition, and new clothes.