>>5343663>>5343536>>5343534>>5343474>>5343471>>5343464>>5343456>>5343432>>5343414>>5343403>>5343402>>5343375>>5343355>>5343341You know very little of dwarven society, nor do any of those with whom you travel, The North-Merchant and Translator the most well-versed, and you summon both of them to your side. You summon the Cartographer, also.
“I wish the interrogate the most useful and knowledgeable of the survivors,” you begin. “Who would that be, in your estimation?”
They consult amongst one another—well, primarily the first two do so. The Cartographer looks at your questioningly.
“I plan to learn the nature of their orichalcum extraction, and what it is they make with it,” you explain. “But we also need a better understanding of where the other sites of extraction are… The other ‘company-towns’. I will need the Translator here to ensure I understand all of it, should the subject’s common-tongue be weak, the North-Merchant to confirm what he tells me makes sense, and you to record the information so we can use it.”
“Very wise, Dragonborn,” the Cartographer agrees.
>>5343730>rolled it, tie-breaks for: eldest maleThe other two Reptilians present concur that the eldest surviving male would be the best to interrogate. Dwarves respect the wisdom of their elders and, while trusting the wisdom of any mammal is folly, it implies they are the wisest. And as for a male… Well, that is obvious. Males are superior in every right-minded society—it is the way of things.
(You suppose you are lucky neither Jazkarmel nor the Novice is here to overhear this conversation, but you nod along.)
A lame and limping creature with a grey-fringed brown beard is brought before you: the Eldest Dwarf. He has a name, too, but you see no cause to learn it.
“Dwarf,” you greet him, instead. “Kneel.”
“I can’t,” he says through gritted teeth. “My knee—”
The Pit-Guard’s Apprentice, who brought him to you, smashes the flat of his blade into the back of the knees with question, and the old dwarf falls forward into an involuntary bow before you. He squints his eyes, as if holding back tears, but does not cry out. He glares up at you.
What do you do?
>Instruct the Apprentice to lay off—you will offer the Eldest Dwarf and his people the opportunity for cooperation and further mercy before resorting to more violence>Rough the old man up a little—the method of torturous interrogation used upon the adventurers you previously captured and who even now are enslaved in the kobolds’ mines>Play against one another—good conqueror/bad conqueror—to encourage the old dwarf to trust you as a source of mercy and respite>Write-in 