Yes...but make it clear it's on your own terms

Touch of **** flares up, my hand glowing black as I reach for one of the half-readied spears. The wood doesn't give way as fast as i'd have liked, without all the buffs to my stats from my monstrous form, even my true magic capacity was diminished. But it still does give way fast enough, letting me snap off the tip as the rest scramble, the other spear being levelled at me while the captain clumsily reaches for his sword, seeming to struggle to get it out of his sheath. I hold up my hands, letting the spearhead fall to the floor. "Sure, not a problem. But I refuse to be threatened by the likes of you-so how about we ditch the veiled threats and innuendos and just cut to the chase, shall we?

The captain looks royally pissed for a moment-his face twisting in rage, one hand clenching...before he seems to gather himself, deep exhalations as he thinks better of striking me. I'd half hoped that he did. Would at least give me something interesting to do-even though the assassin who was out there...doing something would give me a whole lot of earfuls about it. Heck, I was probably going to get that anyway for this alone. "If you insist. Your story seems suspect at best-and recent events have us suspecting shapeshifting saboteurs. So, we'll need to hold you for an evening while we try and make sure everything checks out. If you are all you appear, I do apologize for the inconvenience."

I Just nod my understanding, a baleful glance at the other two guards who would presumably be accompanying me. "Well, doesn't look like I'm in a position to just tell you to eff off-so lead the way." Another bit of tension from him-I didn't need magic vision to read him. Had duties to stick to, but clearly liked the respect of his position-testy that I was indifferent to it.

Now that I'm not rushing around in the buff, I have a bit more time to truly take in my surroundings. They were definitely an improvement in quality over the thatch and mud from where I'd come from-but not by much. Hadn't quite graduated to bricks or, gods help us, concrete and steel, but they at least had stone and cobbles. Whether it was my figure, or just that I was clearly being escorted by guards, quite a few heads turned to shoot a glance my way. The streets seemed oddly empty, all considered.

Eventually, I was brought into a small building-I would have qualified the whole thing as being a small apartment, if that term even had much meaning anymore. One room that looked like it was for somebody dealing with a lot of paperwork-books crammed loosely in shelves while a large desk covered in maps and paper took up a good chunk of it. An incredibly bored looking clerk appeared to be manning it. Naturally, that was a room i only passed through very briefly before being brought to the larger of the two: the cell room. Iron bars and a door partway through, with a door of similar on it. My two escorts went back out as the captain fished through a set of skeleton keys before inserting one, pointing inside as he opened it in a clear message.

I complied, leaning against the bars as he began to shut the door. "Say, I clearly have some magic abilities-what's here that would just stop me from, say, teleporting out?" The captain didn't even open his mouth before somebody else in the corner answered, oddly exited. "Ooh, that's my job-please try!" He had the same uniform the rest wore, differentiated by his armament. It looked like a crossbow-the kind many had failed to do much against me before. Only, this one appeared to be much new, and more engineered. He dramatically cocked back the giant thing with notable ratcheting noise before placing a bolt the size of his forearm in as a quarrel. "I've been looking for a good excuse to test this out!" Frankly, his tone of voice said as much even if he wasn't explicit on that point.

Of course, I wasn't the only one in the clink. As the captain finally left, an overpowering smell of **** hit me one of my three cellmates approached me from behind, fingers groping at my rear. "My, what a fine body you have. Let me guess-here for selling it? How about some free samples, since we're all stuck here..."