The men and women of the Myrkentown Constabulary are, on the whole, stoic sorts; Myrken Wood itself has, by its history, bred an attitude of stubborn resilience in the face of the strange and the horrific, verging on bloodymindedness at times.
The Lady's reign has been a trying time for the rank-and-file, certainly since various of the commanding officers started wearing the vine-and-tiara badge that marked them as one of hers. These commanders - the Chief Constables of Streets and Detectives, various of their Captains - had instructed the Constabulary to allow the Civils to go about their work, and the Constables had grudgingly complied. When the time had come - when black-coated Militia troops had started taking back the town district by district the grey tunics of the Constabulary had stepped aside, letting the Marshall sweep the streets clean of the Lady's red-and-gold.
Within the Constabulary there had been a simultaneous spate of jammed locks, particularly where senior officers were present - some unable to leave their offices, others embarrassingly trapped within holding cells meant to contain drunks and petty criminals. In the days that followed a great many of them found the ordeal such a strain upon their nerves that they were quite insistently relieved of their duties, sent home to rest and convalesce. Indefinitely.
For their successors there remains the matter of aftermath. The Foundation did a lot of good for Myrkentown, that couldn't be denied - homes for the indigent, food for the hungry, public works to provide employment for those needing it - but the excesses of those last few weeks were fresh in the public's memory, beatings and bruises and broken bones more vivid by far than acts of gentle philanthropy. Even with the Lady dead there remain grievances unsatisfied, wounds that will fester if left untended.
Already there have been acts - vicious, angry, brutal acts of vigilanteism and vengeance, former Civil Constables assaulted or worse. Agents of the Lady's will, the Vice-Governor's bully-boys, many of them from good families, respectable families who did well under Rhaena Burnie's rule. Already there is a grumbling, an undercurrent of anger unvented, resentment of those who have perpetrated outrages but still walk free, and it must be addressed.
Justice must be seen to be done.