>>6087287>>6087488>>6087514>>6087517>Crit-Success: Pointing the fingerUpon return to Brak, the prisoners are thrown into the dungeon and instruments of interrogation are prepared. Meanwhile information is shared. Kilny confirms that his men did unwittingly let Baloh out of the city and that he had been following the east road. They also revealed that Baloh’s son had gone with the man hauling a second cart of goods. Hilma shares the information that both Baloh and his son had been found dead and that the carts were missing.
“Such a shame,” Gallis says “I guess we won’t be seeing those carts again.”
“For the moment maybe,” Hilma corrects “I have hope that Baloh’s relatives might reveal clues as to who might have killed him, perhaps Baloh wasn’t working alone in his thefts.”
Gallis gives Hilma that sympathetic look one gives a child when they hold out hope that their dead dog is merely sleeping. “I hope so your grace, but I fear that Baloh’s luck ran out and now bandits have the shipments.”
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Sir Bormin enters the cell, the relative called Opin had been bound to chair and a small table of pain inflicting instruments had been laid out nearby. The man wide eyed with fear begs Bormin that he knows nothing and is innocent. “Please have mercy sir.”
Bormin was starting to believe it. In his previous interrogations the other relatives had revealed just as much. They truly did know nothing and Baloh had kept his distance from them, likely so that they wouldn’t be implicated in his schemes. So much for that hope.
Bormin heads over to the table of instruments and carefully rolls them back up into their leather container. Then he unties Opin’s hands before offering him a cup of water. “Thirsty?”
“Opin eyes the cup suspiciously for a moment before taking it in trembling hands. “It’s poisoned, isn’t it?” he says despairing.
“Nope its fresh clean water, just pulled from the well.”
Opin takes a sniff then a sip of the water, then, determining that it is indeed not poisoned, greedily gulps down the cup’s contents.
“There now that your tongues been wetted. I am hoping that you can tell me about Baloh.”
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