Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191230031140/@comment-7262318-20200107161031

The group was lead inside, where they saw a number of bunks set up. They were not of the highest quality, but each one had a pillow, a blanket, a night-stand, and a little footlocker underneath it. There were some empty plates on the night stands as well, so they at least knew the workers were fed.

"You better keep it short!" Halvar called from outside. "We've got work to do."

"Won't be long," Hasib said, approaching his bunk at the back. He grabbed a chair from the corner and brought it out, probably for him to sit.

"... We're not looking for trouble, Hasib," Kaz started "We just want to ask some questions."

"Gotcha," Hasib said, pullling his footlocker out and flipping it open. He reached inside and retrieved a curved sword, a staple of Redguard swordmaking. The old man then made his way back to his chair and sat down, setting the sword in his lap. It appeared he had no intention of using it, but was merely a reminder in case the group had lethal intentions.

"... What do you want?" Hasib said.