>>5195203>>5195293>>5195364>>5195404>>5195521"Alys, follow the prisoners, I'll join you soon. Get what you can out of them, but try to keep them alive." You say. The woman, Vera you think, is likely near death. You think the Northerner probably suffered little more than a few broken bones. If you hurry your task here you can likely see Alys at work, grim as it may be. She crooks her head and her breathy whisper shows concern rather than the emotional devastation of before. "I'll get my tools and tinctures. But I'm also getting you a healer, your arm isn't supposed to bend like that, Will. Don't go anywhere before they find you, please." You grunt. "No time, and I wont let them drug me. But if it's so important for you I shall wait around for whoever you send." She gives a wan smile and pats your uninjured shoulder before briskly striding away towards the cells. You first search the lithe man Alys had killed before aiding you with young warrior. She could have been the dead man's own counterpart, you found many blades and vials of what you expect are poison. You are careful to not touch any of the bare metal of his weapons, fearing a contact agent. There is nothing too obvious on his body, could be any thug or hired knife in a dozen Imperial cities.
Instinct tells you anything worth finding is on the boy. You step over still spreading pool of blood pouring from the young warrior's neck, your eye for wounds telling you Alys' blade scraped bone. Not how you'd want to go out, but he made his choices tonight. Having one good arm makes a thorough shortage a bit harder, and Alys had yet to send a healer, but you manage. You rummage around. Mundane items abound: a whetstone, some rope, a journal you pocket later in case it has anything worthwhile written between it's covers. Then you strike what you are looking for.
"By the Depths..." Secured in an innermost fold of the light leather armor the boy wore in place of the more traditional chain or plate is an item of known provenance. Perhaps related to the unnatural ability of the warrior and his girl? Part of it seems to be some sort of dark mirror, though cracked. And there are unfamiliar runes. You fiddle with it, but it appears to be damaged. Who knows if this happened in the fight or some time before. You pocket it with the journal, uncanny trepidation filling you. Who was this man?
