Interrogation room inside Wind Anchor police station.
"You guys are the damn hooligans."
Archer was cuffed, the chain locked to the iron ring on the table.
The interrogating glasses asked all night but still figured nothing out, he wasn't being interrogated for hooliganism, the concern naturally was about the electorship, a major affair of the Western Continent.
Wind Anchor being one of Lostra's largest ports, a financial hub, has very complex factions, the police chief and Celeste are not on the same side.
A large nation often has overlapping law enforcement functions, also for mutual checks and balances, the Intelligence Bureau for foreign affairs and local police systems for domestic affairs naturally overlap in functions.
The police chief clearly doesn't fear Celeste.
