Mists over the Musarde [IC]

[steveflam]

Norzak sighs. As much as he's like for both of these people to fight, maybe it would be a better idea to go somewhere quiet after they take care of this thug.

"He aint lookin' like no Ogre ta me, ya pointy eared fancy talker. We just saved this here ma'am. Why don't we just get the information we can from this" he points his short sword at the thug "dimbulb. Then, Oh yeah, I guess we should be helpin this here human female to her home. Then go get better acquainted at some pub? Nothing better 'n' a keg and a ton 'o' pints to solve any differences. We did do purty good together. I ain't no martyr meself but I think maybe we kinna get ta talkin with a few pints in us. Whatta ya say?"

He looks pointedly at Cirdan then Leon. "C'mon fellas. Why fight? Get this dame home then have a pint on me. Whattas ya say?"

[ewancummins]

Evangeline seems a bit taken back by the conversation between her rescuers.


''Oh yes, please don't fight, noble sirs. It would be a pity to see you come to blows with one another. ''


She pulls a little closer to Cirdan and says,

''I'm sure you must be mistaken about him- he is no ogre. He is merely different in appearance from you or I. Surely that is not a reason to be unkind to him.''

[LegallyTired]

" A fine idea my dwarven friend. Enough blood was spilled in this alley already."

Léon looks at the trail of blood left by the thug and then turns his head towards Norzak with a grin.

" Muhahahaha I will gladly take this pint dwarf. Let me get some words of this fellow. "

The sinister laugh resonates in the narrow street. Monsieur Delamarre then procedes to grab the throat of the remaining ruffian.

" It is now time to talk monsieur, we don't have all night. What kind of coward would try to kidnap women? What are you getting from this? S'il vous plaît, tell me before I am forced to rough you up."

[steveflam]

" 'N' cut ya up good n feed ya ta the pidgeons, mack. Answer the fella else i chops off a one a ya finegrs" Norzak grins evilly at that prospect and simply points his sword at the man menacingly, eyes as hard as the stone he mines.

[Le Noir Faineant]

''I'm sure you must be mistaken about him- he is no ogre. He is merely different in appearance from you or I. Surely that is not a reason to be unkind to him.''

"As you say, mylady, it won't happen anymore."

As Leon goes on to torture the thug, Cirdan takes out a silk handkerchief, and puts it over his nose, mumbling somewhat like: "Effective, but so disgusting..."

[ewancummins]

Before Leon hurts him much, the thug begins talking:

''We were hired to take her by a man at the Sign of the Two Goats- he wore a blue cloak- I swear I don't know his name. Big fellow, with a black beard. He paid us coin, promised more when we brought her to him at the Goats. That's all I know! ''

[ewancummins]

While Leon interrogates the criminal, Evangeline gives Cirdan the directions to her father's house.

[Adam]

Kidnapping for hire? Bennedict thinks. I knew this place was rough, but that's a little extreme even for me. Maybe I should have stayed in Port-a-Lucine.

"Well, I appreciate the candor, but I have a feeling that won't convince these gentlemen to release you." Bennedict holds up the mask, which he recognizes as an implement useful to kidnappers which blinds and disorients the target while providing them with an airway. "This is somewhat more sophisticated an implement than your typical mugger or street thug has available. This makes me think you and your friends are perhaps a bit more experienced with this kidnapping for hire business than I'm entirely comfortable with."

[ewancummins]

The man goes deathly pale as Bennedict speaks. After a drawn out silence , he confesses:

''We've done this sort of work before. Girl catches a rich fellow's eye, he hires us to take her. It's just business- we don't take any liberties, if you know what I mean. ''

[Adam]

Bennedict sighs, dropping the mask back to the street. That's what I was afraid of. It's idiots like this that give honest crooks a bad name. This fool will be lucky if the elf doesn't finish him off right here for attacking women.

"That is truly revolting, sir. I think perhaps you should consider a new line of work, for your longevity's sake if nothing else. Would you consider it likely, then, that your compatriots or another group hired by this gentleman will make another attempt on the mademoiselle?"

[LegallyTired]

" I believe a lesson should be taught to this blue cloaked sire. What was his name again mon ami? "

Léon snarls, revealing his wicked and strangely white dentures to the intimidated thug.

It is not time to let your temper take over.. It isn't the time to attract attention on you, imbécile. Who are you to correct anyone?

-But this slime does deserve a lesson..

Alright.. Just a quick one to the kidney to soften him in up.

[steveflam]

"Ya ain't any smarter n a door nail, fool." Norzak approaches the thug and stands right in front of him. Eyeing him with disgust, he spits in his face, then with his free hand just punches the thug in the crotch twice. Standing back. "Ya better choose a different career, cuz ya give types like meself a bad name, ya dimwit. My short sword" he sheathes it at this point, disgusted with the thug "well ya don't even deserve ta breath the air I does. Do what ya want with this loser, Imma thinking this blue cloaked fella needs his face rearranged. Kidnapping, Bah! Who wants to go to this Goat Inn place? Mebbe this turd can really describe the blue cloak so we know who to look for."

[ewancummins]

The man grunts in pain as the dwarf's fist smashes into his groin, twice. He whimpers a bit, then says-

''Please, no more! I truly do not know the name of the man who hired us. He said we should bring the girl to him, at the Goats, this very night. Paid us coin up front for her, and promised more when the job was done.''

When asked for a description of the blue cloaked man, he repeats what he said earlier, with some added detail-

''Big fellow, blue cloak, black beard...eyes were green, I think...had a ring on his left hand, silver with an emerald..please, I don't know anything else, I swear!''


The man looks toward Bennedict with stark fear written over his features.

''Oh yes! I'll tell the others we should get a different line of work, just as you say. This business is too dangerous. We won't trouble the lady again, I promise.''

[Adam]

"Now, now, gentlemen. This is beginning to feel a touch too much like vigilante justice, which I'm fairly certain the local law frowns upon. Either we escort this gentleman to a local law office and turn him over to the gendarme, or we let him go. He obviously knows little more than what he's telling us."

Bennedict continues to frown in disaproval, considering routes to get away from this strangely violent duo.

[ewancummins]

The door to the tavern across the street [from whence our hero Cirdan entered the scene] swings open, spilling warm light out across the cobblestones. A small crowd is beginning to gather just inside the doorway, peering out with curious faces.