Harry frowned, considering things. After a long moment, he shook his head. "No. You're working. I can understand that. But I'd like to stick around. I can get a better sense of how things are going if I see you in action."
He put his hands up to forestall any protests. "There won't be any executions tonight, Marshal. You have my word. This isn't exactly standard Warden protocol, but I'm a working man myself. My craft is also part of my trade. I can be objective here."