Arching an eyebrow at the Fae's latest outburst, Captain Elric remained slient to let her finished. Crossing his arms over his chest, with an unimpressed expression, he fiercely replied.
"Listen here miss you don't have many options at the moment. Let me paint you a picture. A businessman, a highly respected person with powerful friends has been found murdered like a dog in the streets. Then there you, a foreigner and one of the Fae, a people known for magic in a land that's going a bloody war over the issue. Considering those factors and your display back in the street, you're likely already a scapegoat in the eyes of the townspeople.
If you tried to flee the city now it will make you look even more guilty and probbaly get the Mordecai involved. Personally I prefer not to waste my men and resources on a d*** witch hunt and just focus on finding Figgins' killer."
Taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, Aaron Elric continued in a calmer tone this time.
"Okay let's start over, what's your name and your purpose being here in Uthlyn?