On the way to the embassy

Miquella nods his head, “Now I wonder….I call upon the plane of light to heal your heart of alignments.” Miquella will then touch the hand of the man and back away again.

Saige leans into whisper, "Don't worry friend, I won't tell anyone!"

She turns back to Miquella with a sad pleading look, watching as he attempts to heal the man.

"Miquella, he was only fighting with his friend. Can't they come out now and I'll give them some money? I mean, they might be missing their job today. What if they have families? There's a food shortage."

Miquella will look at Saige and then move to the other man. “If you want to get out of here. Then I need you to give me your hand please.” Miquella will hold out his hand waiting for him to grasp it.

Magic washes over the drunk man and his eyes suddenly clear and he shakes his head, when he speaks he's no longer slurring his words. "Thank ya sir. I feel... I feel better than I 'ave in ages. Thank ya!"

The man in the fourth cell lifts his head from the cot and slowly stands up. He stumbles up to the bars of the cell and grabs onto them for support. "Oo're you? Whatdya want wiff me?" He holds his hand out of the cell but watches Miquella's hands as closely as his drunken eyes can follow.

“I call upon the plane of light to heal your heart of alignments.” Miquella then grabs the man’s hand to deliver the magical energy. Miquella lets go and looks to Saige, “Ask him another question to see if he is still under the effects.”

"Uh... Have you ever killed anyone before? It doesn't count if it was self defense!" She shakes her head. "Wait no, that's a stupid question, don't answer that..."

Saige puts her hands on her cheeks, focusing hard trying to think of a question.

"What about... Who do you have a crush on? What's your biggest fear? Who do you hate? What's your biggest regret?"