Curulan storms through the door with a look of annoyance on his face. The door bangs against the wall, chipping the paint on the wall behind it. Murder in broad daylight was one thing, doing it in the middle of the Griffon -- supposedly the "tavern for the everyman" in Cartes -- was another... but having to drag his own ass out of the Palace to take care of the investigation himself, for the sole fact that the perpetrator his wife and the constables on duty in the city were too scared to handle it themselves, was something completely different.
When the bartender tries to give him the message Ebon-Ashe charged him with, the look of anger on Curulan's face shuts him up immediately. For a man who shows anger rarely, even when interrogating a prisoner, it is clear that Curulan is quite pissed. He ignores the patrons' pleas and cries, and walks straight to Ebon. He stands there, seeming to will Ebon to give him her full attention. He waits until she stops talking to Twist and faces him before speaking. When he does, it is short and direct.
"We need to talk. Now. For your best interests, I'd like to do it in private. There are parties present who would probably rather not hear what I have to say!" He emphasizes the words subtly, using both volume and tone, and he knows that Ebon will understand his meaning. To everyone else's ears, however, it would only like the head of the military and acting head of the police force speaking forcefully to someone about to be arrested.
"You can surrender to me willingly, or I can subdue you myself. I think we both know I would prefer the former."