I'm assuming that was an issue with Plasmatoris's translation. Heh.
Aban addresses his companions in a low voice.
"They are assuming we are on the other side of this conflict of theirs. Unfortunate, but perhaps we can convince them otherwise. A spy would hardly report at the gate."
The guards send a boy to run and get reinforcements while they detain you, and a four man squad shows up to escort you to a facility t be questioned, where you are each directed to different rooms. something feels odd about the setup until you realize what the issue is- this area of the city either has no Divine aura or an exceptionally weak one.
The questioner begins with Plasmatorius "So, you claim to be from Venice, what brings you to Sicily, and where did you arrive?"
If Plasmatoris is ever left completely alone, he'll try and quietly cast Aura of Ennobled Presence, but if he's not left alone, he'll just do his best.
"I'm an artist and a scholar, and I'm travelling with other scholars. We're looking for someone - I'll be honest, I can't remember his damned name, the others probably do - and we had suspected he has headed into the.. what was it, Languedoc region? I am along because I have some familiarity with the Provencal language."
He is able to cast his spell when he sits in interrogation for a few minutes.
"And where did you make entry into Sicily?"
Plasmatoris rubs his forehead a moment and frowns. "I think somewhere from the east? I'll be honest, I was not the one deciding the direction of travel." He gives them his best smile, which probably is not as charming as he thinks. "As I said, I am here because of the potential language barriers we're running into in the future of our travels."
Yeah, he'll just stick to the truth when he can.
The man stares at Plasmatoris "East of here is ocean, and you didn't come through the city before, believe me we would have noticed. Unless you came in up the coast, maybe snuck up onto a beach to avoid being questioned at the port." He pauses and considers "What is your name, and the names of your companions?"
Scratching his head, the Jerbiton's confusion briefly escapes. Then he makes a soft ahh, and nods. "I suppose that makes sense, considering. I am sorry it is confusing a bit - we came from the East in our travels. I am not sure where we came ashore on Sicily. As I mentioned, I am... very bad with finding my own way."
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"And names?"
This will be sequential, but in the interest of saving time, he will interview Aban next. The interviewer does speak Arabic.
"Please state your name and where you are from."
Plasmatoris scratches at his chin again and nods to the interviewer. A casual conversation indeed. He'll mention the other's names, as they've been introducing themselves to people on the trip. "My name is Mafeo, though as an artist I have been known by a more pretentious name."