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Telryn
The bandit preached on about the Lords of Vision, sounding evermore like some type of cult rather than simple banditry.
"Return of the Master...bringing order?! I've never heard such nonsense in all my days!"
"Shall we make him talk now, or should we wait for Isokla?"
Turning to Detheriel, Telryn said "Leave her with the wounded, we'll have to do this ourselves."
Another speech from the bandit followed Detheriel's question of his masters whereabouts, claiming "he comes from the sky".
“Keep him alive! Ydalon will want to hear this!" Piped Isokla, quite randomly.
Telryn nodded, to no one in particular, staring daggers at the bandit. Holding his flail in his left hand, Telryn used a combination of holding the bandit down with his foot, and frisking with his right hand, to check for any weapon.
OOC: Not the best frisk he has ever done. A well-concealed weapon could still be there..
"Seems clean," Telryn grunted to Detheriel, who still held his blade at the bandits throat.
The bandit seemed to have one hundred percent faith in his master. Staring at the bandit for a short while in silence, Telryn spoke, his voice surprisingly calm.
“Who is this master you speak of? Surely if your master is as powerful as you say, then you won’t be afraid to share his name with some downtrodden travellers?”
He knew he probably wouldn’t get an answer first time; interrogation took a bit of effort, especially with fanatical fools such as this.
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