Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140322040911/@comment-25146201-20140419194841

Dralnach was taken into a small, soggy room with nothing in it but the chair he sat in and a few barrels. The gruff Imperial wearing formal (Albeit dirty) clothing sheathed his dagger.

"I appreciate your civility, that's something rare these days." He rubbed his shaved head as he pulled over a barrel and sat in front of Dralnach.

"Eh, not the captain. The other sailors call me the torturer, but it seems like we won't require any o' that with you." He said rather awkwardly. " Eh, lets make this nice and easy, I'll ask a few questions and you give me an answer. Now, what in hell happened back at the ship?"

Back on the Seraphim, the other survivors weren't getting treatment as sparing. The assorted group of thugs forced everyone to their knees and bound them with rope. Anyone who resisted was treated to a mace in the back of their knees and forced down again.