You grab the collars of the two remaining suspects,
Leiana brings her crossbow to bear on the fleeing one.
The twang of the crossbow firing and the would be escapee screaming occur almost simultaneously.
Narish saunters towards him at a gentle pace
"Stay still, I'll check the wound"
Narish draws a dagger and cuts away the cloth around the bolt, which pierced the suspects right buttock.
He makes a low whistle of admiration
"Just through the skin, no muscle"
Behind the front desk sits a dour looking half elf.
"What's this?"
Narish fills him in.
The half elf looks at you thoughtfully.
"Any one else having sudden bouts of honesty with you?"