>>5327174>>5327175>>5327208>>5327295>>5327299>>5327402You hadn't finished to ask questions so you asked the man.
-Who were those dead "paladins" do you know their names ? Their description ? When have they disappeared ?
He tried to recall this in his memory and told.
-The...They... They were 3 paladins, of the cult of Edos, two men and a woman, all humans. I... I had just to talk, Ehhr was the one who knew all the details but it is what I knew. They left Podunk some weeks ago. We asked peasants and nobody had seen them, but our quest giver said that they disappeared after being sent here by a powerful teleportation spell.
Yes, you had buried or drowned them so it was clear that they disappeared. It was good that these adventurers were clueless. You remembered Oldfossil telling you that the Mage's Guild had a monopoly on teleportation, it was how they called disappearing at a place and appearing at another, another strange Indian devilry. But Oldfossil told that it was costly so these paladins seemed to have been important people, to mobilise so much resources to send them on the spot meant this. You then looked at the blond bard who was shaking and almost crying. Especially when Ancel was sharpening his knife with a stone nearby and looking at him evilly. You told.
-You seem to have repented sincerely. And I think that you could prove to be useful. I will receive a lady this week, you seem to know indian poetry, try to teach me a bit of it and I will let you live.
The man looked at you, he seemed not to believe that you were such a generous man. Of course, you understood him, always living with vagrants and scum he had never witnessed the mercy of a true christian nobleman. You pitied him. And he said.
-I... Many thanks my lord, many thanks I... I... Can try to help of course, where shall we begin... And if you could bring be my lute back I could...
-It would not be necessary, I want to know only the text. Send this man back to a cell, not the oubliette, and fetch me the thief !
Your men approved and the bard thanked you once more for your mercy. Even if Ancel, who accompanied him, menaced him with his knife and told, about a medallion that he wore.
-Give me your jewellery, funny man !
You wondered why your other guards had not taken it. Stealing from the prisoners was, after all, an habitual part of the job and helped them feed their families. Maybe they feared that you would want to take it ? Or it was not customary. Well, if it was this you cried to Ancel.
-Hey, stop bothering our guest, he can keep his jewellery.
The terrorised bard thanked you even more. Now was the time to watch the trial of the thief.
