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Robyn Stratsworth
Robyn observed everyone present in the room. She quickly dismissed the guards from her study as they were not the important ones. Instead she focused on Lord Easthome. On the outside he looked like the stereotypical lord of a few hundred people. But they had seen more on the way here. And then there was what the barman had said. She studied him deeply, looking beneath the surface of this man, who fate wanted was their enemy. She watched his movements and his facial expressions as he talked.
Then suddenly had it. From her years as training as an actor she could see that Lord Easthome was putting on an act. Was he really annoyed about having to leave the dinner table? Or did he move setting to his advantage? Had he wanted them to interrupt his feast to be able to negotiate better? She realised that every move the man made was calculated. That meant that he had already a price worked out he was willing to pay for Therlion. She needed to tell the others what she had observed. Robyn opted for a dangerous gamble. Just as Turin was about to speak she made a step towards the prisoner getting everyone's full attention immediately.
"For my family's best interest I must say that I am sure if you knew what this elf is capable of we would be able to get more money." - she walked over to Therlion. "You. Elf. Tell them what you told us. What you are good at." - she then turned to Lord Easthome. "Now if you'll excuse us we already know what the prisoner is good at, yet haven't had a time yet to discuss amongst ourselves what price would be acceptable." - at Easthome's nod of approval she turned to Turin and Sythe and in a whispered voice told them what she had just observed.
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