[Well, Nightshade, if it's any consolation, the police don't much seem to think Bramble's serious either. In fact, they're shooting worried glances at each other and the two of you before asking Bramble to take a seat, waiting for assistance.

To which Bramble just snorts and sprawls himself along the bench.]

Tch. Of course.

This is the point where they try to figure out if they can arrest me, mind you. Since somebody couldn't keep his mouth shut and let an exaggeration slide...

You might get to see my prowess, after all.