Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160330235226/@comment-5543592-20160402225217

"So you're a guard." Crimson said, relaxing back in his seat. He'd had Keshik drag this guard over to a chair for him, for a private interogation.

"I am, yeah." The guard in question replied, claiming his name was Cairbre. Sure, 'Cairbre.'

Crimson leaned forward, "What've you been guarding?"

Cairbre sighed away. "Nothing important. Just what the lord asks me to..."

"That's all you've got to say?"

The soldier nodded.

"You sure you don't want to add anything more?"

The soldier shook his head.

Crimson sighed and sat back. "Then you've brought this on yourself. Heartbender!" He called over his shoulder. "Get over here."

The far too attractive for his own good Keshik joined Crimson a moment later.

"He has answers, but he has trouble... attriculating." Crimson said. "I want you to ask the questions. You're a friendly guy." He turned to the soldier. "Right?  He seems friendly?"

Cairbre shook his head repeatedly.

Heartbender nodded, then knelt over the soldier, who sighed away even further from the man. His expression was emotionless, giving him an air of overt indifference to anything that might be done.

"I once killed a man." Heartbender said softly. "Just to watch him die."

"I don't know-"

"You will talk for me." The mercenary continued, pulling the patches from his uniform.

"Hey, whoa!" Cairbre the soldier complained, watching as the Keshik removed the identifiers from his uniform. "Put those back on!" He demanded nervously, wondering exactly what this creepy, slightly effeminite looking man was doing.

"Or you will scream for me." Heartbender finished.

"There's not need to thearten me, I really don't-"

Heartbender casually backhanded him across the face with. Hard. The soldier gasped in shock and pain. "Please, I don't-"

Heartbender backhanded him a second time, but now a on a different side of the face.

The soldier gasped again, now just in pain. "I really don't know anything!  I swear!"

Heartbender began to reach for his beltknife.

"Please!  You!" He stabbed a finger at Crimson. "I'll talk to you, you're reasonable!"

Crimson didn't even glance up from shortening his fingernails with a dagger, sitting with his legs crossed. "Don't look at me, man, you brought this on yourself."

"This good?" Heartbender asked, holding his beltknife up in the air for Crimson to see.

Crimson shook his head. "Not long enough." The Archer reached for his own sword.

"Okay, okay, by Y'ffre, okay!" Cairbre sobbed. "There's a prisoner.  New... he's one of your's!  Down in the basement, there's a dungeon.  A torture room.  That's all I have to say, really."

Crimson grinned. "Thanks for sharing." He hopped to his feet.

"Come on, Bender, we'll need to send a runner to our people inside."

They walked away, leaving the soldier alone, whimpering.