Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191009120706

"We have a deal then, Kal. Get me a dagger and I'll tell you the information. Afterwards you better not go back on your word about the training or I will use that dagger to kill you." Valdís said. It was clear that she didn't trust Kal yet, but was willing to work with her as long as she got what she wanted.

Jofrodr nodded. "Alright, I'll head there."

Jof made his way to the back of the warehouse to where he saw the other person through his spell. The door to the room there was unlocked, but close. He pushed it open and was greeted by the smell of human waste. He managed to hold back the urge to vomit and let his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room.

It was a makeshift cell with the person there being chained to the wall and left to rot in their own waste.

"By the gods..." Jof muttered. This was a prisoner, not a bandit.

The prisoner looked up at Jofrodr and began to beg in a raspy dry voice for mercy, thinking that he was one of the bandits.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm not here to hurt you." Jofrodr tried to calm the prisoner so that he wouldn't make too much noise.

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Reyl saw the door to the cabin open as one of the bandits walked out.

"Taking your time there huh, Roel!" He yelled towards the warehouse. "Finish up with the prisoner and get back here, the stew will get cold you bastard. Don't complain later that I didn't warn you!"

He didn't seem to notice Reyl yet, but wasn't leaving the front of the cabin and was looking directly at the warehouse waiting for a reply from his - now dead - friend.