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OOC>> You would be lucky, she's a real catch, Ar-Cunin. Be worthy. IC>
SIR BLANDAMOUR (Slowly, with a stony face.) "So, you bargain for your - and her - life? Well, I must ask that you put her down before we confer. You have my word, sworn on Torm's sword" (here, he touches Cold Iron) "That you shall not be harmed, provided that none comes to her."
KINN'ZUWANNIK "Ah, the word of a true knight. And, why should I not take it? You shall see that our interests coincide in this." (He puts Eliza down, she scurries back to Blandamour's side, where she glares defiance at the beast.) "I know for certain that your Order is looking for the hidden band of orcs that ravaged the Preceptor House last winter and vanished, taking hostages with them." (Blandamour stiffens) "Well, I happen to know where their secret lair is. It is secret because I have ringed it with non-detection spells. They pay me tribute. Well, I have tired of them, and it will give me pleasure to inform you of their presence, and to dispel their protection." (He waves a claw negligently) "There, it is done. They lie in a cavern off of Breakbone Pass, an hour's flight from here, say two days march for your kind. In return, you must swear that you will get my sweet vase back from that King Berefor." (he hisses as he says it.) "Do you swear? If you do not, I shall reinstate the spell, and you shall never find them." (He watches Blandamour closely)
SIR BLANDAMOUR (Thinks hard. Finally) "Yes, I shall strike gloves with you on that. If the orcs are where you say they are, we will get your vase back. Torm be my witness." (The sword rings of itself, and the light around it grows more intense.)
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