Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140701032221/@comment-13615389-20140718234442

(I'll just have Daven do it since he's already there.)

"Hold him down, Avaryn. I'm going to ask him a few questions." The mercenary looked up and scowled. "Who hired you?"

"I ain't gonna say nothin'." the mercenary spat, which won him a kick in the face from Daven.

"There, maybe that kick loosened your tongue?"

"Alright, alright, I'll talk!" he yelled, sputtering blood. "Some shady fella contacted me and my friends, said that a group would be arrivin' in Elinhir from Bruma! Dint even say his name!"

Daven nodded. "Anything else? How'd they know we were headed here, why'd they want us dead?"

"Somethin' about a Breton fella bein' killed in Bruma, I don't know the rest, I swear! The contractor told us to meet his friends near the fountain in the marketplace after we finished."

"Then I suppose we have a meeting to attend." Daven said to no one in particular. "Avaryn, do with him what you will. I'm going back to the inn."