Llewela regards the guard thoughtfully, hearing in her voice the lack of someone speaking from experience. "Oh, did you capture them yourself? Find any hard drugs on them? Or just peppermint? I don't think you even know for sure that they are smugglers. They're probably just those who would oppose Thrune's unlawful takeover of the city and he's thrown them to you to get rid of them."
"Ah, but 'The harshest tyranny is that which acts under the protection of legality and the banner of justice.' Believer quotes, and then asks of them earnestly, "Do you feel protected? Your contributions valued, your future secured? Or have you been shuttled off to this oubliette to be forgotten. Breathing in the same foul air as those you judge deserving of this fate of bondage and enslavement? Is your place here that of Master, or are you just a slave whose shackles lie not upon your body, but in your mind? Do you live in fear of drawing his ire next? Perhaps you will now that you must face him in defeat. I will pray for you, as I pray for us all." She says, shaking her head sadly.