On the way to the embassy

The man in front of Miquella straightens up and his eyes focus. "Oh wow. Thank you, sir. I feel great."

The man in front of Saige goes glossy eyed again. "I have a crush on Lady Celestria. My biggest fear is being a failure to my family. I hate Paul. My biggest regret is not becoming a soldier." His eyes return to normal and he gasps. "B-but don't tell my wife! I've never told anyone any of that."

Miquella gives a nod to the man, and returns to Saige’s side. “So it seems to still be in effect. Therefore it’s not metabolic in nature. Now the question is. How often can you perform such a feat?” He looks to Saige with a smile. He then goes over to the soldier and taps him on the shoulder and waits for him to drop his hands, “You can release them. They have sobered up.”

The Knight lowers his hands and turns around. He looks to the two men in the cells and nods.

"Ah. I see. As you wish, Guildmaster." He approaches the cells and unlocks them, letting each man out of their cell. "Alright. You're both free to go. Maybe avoid the ale for a while huh?"

Both men grumble their thanks and then head for the door. The Knight follows after them.

"I'll escort them out of the embassy. Is there anything else I can help you with Guildmaster?" The Knight asks.

“Not as of right now. If you have any issue in the future of getting answers out of someone. Please let me know.” Miquella gives a little nod and locks his arm with Saige’s. “Let’s go.”

Saige grins. “Ooh where are we going? The orc camp? The tavern? The manor? You know what, surprise me.”

She waves to the guards as they exit the embassy.