"Mmhmm," Captain Staget says to
Brad.
He looks skeptical during
Charity's explanation until Renaer Neverember steps forward. "I can vouch for their story, Captain," he says.
Captain Staget's eyes widen in surprise. "Lord Neverember!" The captain gives a polite nod of his head. "You look..."
The nobleman waves away the captain's imminent observation. "I was captured by..." he says as he looks around the room and points at several of them. "Those men. Zhentarim, I believe. The others attacked them an hour ago. A bloody brawl resulted, as you can see. I hid, having slipped my ropes, but for my cowardice they hauled away my friend, Floon Blagmaar, mistaking him for me." Guilt wracks the nobleman's face. "Several Xanathar thugs stayed behind, searching the place, and would surely have found me if these fine people had not arrived in time."
The Captain is clearly convinced by Renaer's words and the city watch all relax, stepping away to less strategic places in the warehouse or to help search the premises. "Of course, my lord," Captain Staget says stiffly. "The gods smiled on you this night."
Renaer fruitlessly smooths his wrinkled clothes. "Indeed, captain. And what will become of these fine folks?"
Captain Staget clears his throat, clearly unsure what to do with his hands before the nobleman. "Well, I see no glaring reasons to haul them to jail, my lord."
Neverember eyes the captain for a moment and then nods. "Very good, Captain."
"However..." Staget says. "I'll advise the six of you to stay out of this little gang affair." The captain snaps his fingers as he looks over his shoulder and a young watchwoman steps up promptly. He whispers into her ear and she runs off. She returns a minute later with a sheaf of papers. "As a reminder, please take a copy of the city Code Legal."
He hands
Brad the sheaf of papers with a stern look. "That said, you are free to go. You have done Waterdeep a service tonight."