Mists over the Musarde [IC]

[steveflam]

Norzak surveyed the scene once more.Secure in the knowledge no more thugs were there, he put away his crossbow. He eyed each rescuer up and down, taking their measure.Now that's an odd looking fella for sure. Thenthe question was asked. Spitting on the ground and eyeing Bennedict as well as the others suspiciously, he asks. "Who's doin tha asking?Ya don't look like no POLICEta me, bub."

Norzak crosses his arms over his chest.

[Adam]

"You are no gendarme yourself, herr dwarf," Bennedict crossly returned, "And I am simply a passerby who happened to stumble upon you and your confederates fighting with those other men."

[LegallyTired]

" I believe this ruffian I am holding on the pavement ought to answer your interrogations, monsieur. This mask they were carrying seems to indicate a darker intention than the mere robbery of this demoiselle's purse.

It is a gentleman's duty to intervene in this kind of situation, oui? Is my hat still in place?"

Léon lets out a sinister laugh.

Léon removes the hood of the thug and tries to strengthen his grip.

[steveflam]

Norzak approaches the thug even as he speaks with Bennedict."I am no police either, I just 'appened to come along and the three maroons were accostin this here lady." Now as he removes his short sword and tests its sharpness he speaks with the thug. "We can do this the easy way, 'n you answer these folk, or we can do it my way, 'n you'll learn how sharp a dwarf smithy hones a blade. I hope for yer sake yer feelin nigh talkative."

[ewancummins]

Léon removes the hood of the thug and tries to strengthen his grip.

The man tries to break free when his hood is pulled back- but he isn't strong enough to escape. After struggling for a moment, he relents.

He doesn't looks familiar to any of you. He's maybe thirty years old, with lank brown hair and a lazy left eye, and a prominent scar on his right cheek Looks unsavory- typical riverfront scum. More muscle than brains, from the look of him.

''You lot had better let me loose, if you know what's good for you! My friends will be looking for me.''

Norzak approaches the thug even as he speaks with Bennedict."I am no police either, I just 'appened to come along and the three maroons were accostin this here lady." Now as he removes his short sword and tests its sharpness he speaks with the thug. "We can do this the easy way, 'n you answer these folk, or we can do it my way, 'n you'll learn how sharp a dwarf smithy hones a blade. I hope for yer sake yer feelin nigh talkative."

The bravo looks a bit shaken at Norzak's words.

''Errr.. maybe we can talk. How about you let me up?''

Meanwhile , the young woman seems to have latched onto Cirdan. She is gazing at him with frank admiration.

''Noble sir, would you escort me to my father's house? I'm certain he'll want to meet my rescuers.''


[You are all able to get a better look at the young woman now that the fighting is over. She's just over five feet tall, a redhead, and quite good-looking. Her black dress is nicely made, if a bit torn and soiled.]

[Le Noir Faineant]

''Noble sir, would you escort me to my father's house? I'm certain he'll want to meet my rescuers.''

After having his opponent flee, Cirdan takes a moment to clean his weapon from the thug's blood, while the others are still fighting. "Aah... Victorious again."

As the young woman addresses him, he turns around and bows.

"It was an honour to serve you, mylady. I will escort you to your father's home, but know that I expect no reward. To protect the innocent is my holy oath."

[ewancummins]

The young lady smiles at Cirdan's gallant words.

''I am Evangeline Sancerre- what is your name, good sir knight?''

[Adam]

Bennedict's lips twist into a frown of irritation. He glares down at the man lying under the large caliban's boot.

"Perhaps you should give an accounting for your actions, if you wish to be allowed to stand. The dwarf seems itching for the chance to inflict unpleasantness on you, so perhaps you should consider loosening your toungue."

With that, he stoops to pick up the discarded mask from the ground, holding by finger tips to keep any filth from getting onto his clothing, but examining it with a critical eye all the same.

[ewancummins]

The man pinned by Leon responds to Bennedict:

'' Fair enough- I'll tell you what you want to know and you let me go free. Deal?''

[steveflam]

"Awright sounds good to me. But if I get the feelin' yer pulling my beard, Imma cut ya a new smile right on yer throat, ya mangy rat."

[Le Noir Faineant]

''I am Evangeline Sancerre- what is your name, good sir knight?''

"Mylady, know that I am noble Cirdan Carnesir from Nechuvar Springs in beautiful Darkon, knight apprentice of the Eternal Order."

Cirdan will offer his arm to the lady.

"Let's leave this gory scene quickly. These men might find more pleasure in the bloodwork than our kind would do."

With Evangeline holding his arm, Cirdan will approach the others,
take out his purse, count a coin for each man, and hand them to Bennedict.

"Thank you for your effort, good man. Distribute those among your companions.
- No, don't thank me for my generosity, I know that this is likely to be a fortune for your kind.
Please, compliment this miscreant to the next police officer's station."

[LegallyTired]

Léon snarls

" I see that the lady isn't bothered by the presence of this rascal. Be quick with the interrogation gentlemen, I do not wish to stain my boots."

Still holding the thug, the mighty caliban's eyes light up with anger.

" As for you, monsieur Carnesir, I will NOT tolerate this kind of arrogance. This insult would merit you my glove on the cheek if my hands were not busy dealing with your dirty work."

[Adam]

Bennedict continues holding the mask at arm's length between thumb and forefinger. Examining it with a critical eye, he tries to determine what its purpose might have been. It certainly did not appear to be like anything he had seen a man on the street wearing previously.

"Perhaps you might put forth a bit more information, friend," he offered to the man on the ground, "These fellows don't seem inclined to let you live, let alone set you free. You'll have to provide some accounting for your actions if you want to be done any favors."

As he speaks, he slips the mademoiselle's money into a back pocket. With any luck the brutes would never notice that he had neglected to provide them with their share of the reward.

[steveflam]

Norzak spits on the ground in front of him, in Cirdan's direction. "I din't ask fer none a yer coin, and if I really needed it that bad, I'd rather take it from ya when yer not lookin'. I Kinna gather me own at that, thanks. I did this deed on'y ta help tha missus as it is the right thing ta do, bub. Keep yer coin." Norzak says as he eyes the thug now.

Caressing his short sword, as if testing its sharpness, he eyes the thug. "Now Imma thinkin ya know more n ya sayin. So bafore I decide to test how sharp this here dwarvish blade is, ya best git spewin else not only you'll have a new smile but a few less digits too!" Norzal laughs good heartedly at his own humor, but the look in his eyes tells the real tale. He is dead serious.

[Le Noir Faineant]

Cirdan raises an eyebrow. "Well, you are some ill-mannered people! - I was far from insulting you. It seemed just that you looked like people who could use a coin or two and I meant to be gentle. "

Addressing Leon in particular: "- Now, you SIR ogre, we can settle our impending affairs as soon as I have escorted this lady home. You can be sure that I wouldn't have accepted your help in this fight, had I known what you are."

And to Evangeline, with lower voice. "I apologize to mylady that she has to watch such an abomination walk among us men, as if he was an equal."