Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20180808132725

"What in Oblivion?!" The head jailor called out. "Did they just...bite off their own tongues?!"

Saryat scoffed. "You have nothing to lose? Then that is precisely why we will defeat you pirates. We will be fighting for our kin, for our island and for our ancestors. Having something to fight for will give us strength."

The jailers rushed to open the cell.

"Leave them, if they wish to die then let them drown in their own blood." Saryat ordered.

The jailor stopped as he was about to put the key into the cell door. "Sergeant? Are you sure?"

"There is no point in trying to save them, the healer is busy with Captain Abdul and we're too far away from Almawt to fetch a healer from there in time." Saryat replied. He was angry that he couldn't interrogate the pirates, but he was happy to let them kill themselves. ''Capturing them alive was a mistake, we should've just hung them from the battlements as soon as we caught them. If so maybe they wouldn't have been so bold as to send an assassin into our fort.''

The Redguards let Vander and his men kill themselves.

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A few hours later, Saryat was in the Captain's quarters with the other officer and a few more men.

"How many soldiers are in the fort?" Saryat asked.

"175 men, not including Captain Abdul. The other 33 soldiers are stationed as guards in Almawt." The officer replied.

"The scouts reported that the pirates had 6-7 dozen men on that ship." A soldier stated.

"That's around 70 men. We have double their numbers and we have a fortified position." The officer said.

"If the pirates decided to attack Almawt our comrades there wouldn't be able to hold them at bay." The soldier pointed out.

"Send 5 scouts out to keep an eye on any movement near the village. If the pirates march there we will have our horsemen come up their rear and flank them." Saryat ordered.

The Bonemask scout spotted the village of Almawt after a few hours heading east. He was able to hide himself in the shrubbery and avoid being spotted by the villagers. He could safely observe the outside of the village from that distance, though from there he couldn't tell much about it. He could risk getting closer to get more information on Almawt.

As Ellie entered the warehouse she found a ship docked inside. There were a handful of men working on the ship's hull, replacing damanged planks and refitting the ship's artillery.

The guards led the trio into the throne room. It was quite modest if any of them had ever seen the throne room of a Duke or a King. Tapestries and banners covered the walls, bearing the white swan sigil of the Diel Family.

Other than the guards that had brought them in, there were two more standing at the end of the room beside a tall wooden throne, cushoned and decorated with white and turcoise fabric.

"Wait here, if the Baron has accepted your request he will be here in a few minutes." The guards told the Imperials.

Quintus was used to Breton political etiquette by now, having been stationed in High Rock for almost 3 years, but he still prefered the more straight-forward Imperial way of doing things. Breton nobles had a love for burocracy, which made dealing with them slow and infuriating.