Jonathan didn't know how the Lord Provost would react. Hesitantly, Jon aproached him about pardoning the Rogue. To his shock, the old man roared with laughter.
"You think I didn't know about you romping with 'im, your Majesty? I know everything that goes on in my city."
Jon watched in shock as the Provost bent over the pardon papers. What he said next deepened his surprise.
"We need the Rogue, lad. Otherwise we'd have undisciplined thieves. The watch would never be able to keep up. We'd be swamped. I've gone down to the Dancing Dove for a pint a few times. In disguise of course. They may be proud of me, but I don't want a knife in my throat. George rules his folk with an iron hand. He's better then the last one we had. There you go," he said handing the papers to the unoficial king. "Now run along and give them to 'im. When you're done, come tell me how he reacted."
The provost pushed Jon out the door and smiled to himself.