Saul watched closely as Stiles exited the shop. (That fool... something's going to happen soon. I can feel it) he thought. He picked up his scythe from the work bench, and, with a swift motion, cut a bench in half. (Like a hot knife through butter... If something happens, I'll be ready)
He put the scythe back down, and began mending the bench. "Can't let this go noticed," he thought aloud. "Twould be bad for me, heh." He affixed the two halves together quickly, set all the tools around on a display table, and was paid by Tevya, who shook his hand for a good 5 minutes. Saul smiled throughout, genuinely amused by the smithy's good nature and kindness. Slipping a few more gold pieces into Saul's hand, Tevya bid him good day and please come back good sir. Saul shook his hand again, thanking him for his generosity, and departed.
The warm day was starting to turn cool as the sun began its descent towards the horizon and beyond. Saul breathed in the coolness, feeling it ease his pain, and steel his nerves for whatever may come next. He was just walking to the tanner's house to ask for more work and perhaps a place to stay when he heard footsteps behind him. (....probably those guards) he thought. He slowed down, stopping in the middle of the road in front of the tanner's house. "Look, if you're going to do something, just do it," he said loudly. A few people stopped around the road and just looked at him.
A few moments later, a half dozen guards, Malcom and Stiles included, came out of the back alleys and surrounded him. "Saul Xavier, you're hereby put into custody by the guards of Forsythe for being in relation to the heretic Smith, who refused our hero Jagus service for no reason. Do not resist, or we will subdue you forcefully." Saul looked around at the guards and sighed. "Why are you doing this? I'm being arrested for being his apprentice?" he asked. "Listen to yourselves, does this really make any sense?"
A few guards shuffled their feet for a moment while the one who was talking responded angrily. "No one gives a damn what you think, you little bastard. Now come with us peacefully or we will use force!" "Uh... sure."
The guards looked surprised. "...What? Sure?" they asked. "Yeah, sure. I was looking for a place to stay the night anyway," Saul said sheepishly. "I can't take on all six of you right now, I'm kind of tired. Maybe in the morning we can try to sort all this out, hm?" He grinned. Suddenly he saw nothing but black, and a force hitting him behind the head.
Stiles stood back, holding a small club. "Take that, you freaky bastard." And with that, they took him off to jail, giving everyone watching glares of "Don't you dare talk about this."