The old topic

[Carthrat]

"Oh, no, it's quite allright.

My benefactor, you see, is keeping an eye out for a certain kind of individual. He takes a great intrest in this sort of person, as long as the person is loyal to him. Often, the individual is greatly rewarded.

I must admit he is... overly generous. I still feel a little guilty for paying so little for your weapons, but he would doubtless pay at least twice the normal price to ensure your loyalty."

[Anastasia]

He shows his interest as you speak, by his hands idly rubbing together and the rapt attention he feeds you. His nose twitches just so as well.

"Really, really, really?" he asks. He gets up and walks over the bed and sits on it. His hands stretch back and brace himself over the other edge of the bed, hooking below sight. "So, who is this benefactor?"

[Carthrat]

"Ahh, you do want to know, don't you?"

Carthrat's voice slowly drops to a whisper as he speaks..

"You see... he's not what you might call.. corporeal?

Indeed, his form is difficult to locate.."

OOC: That's your cue, CM..

[CyMage]

Picking up a random small item off the shelf and dropping it to the floor Sai made his way to where he could see the mans hands.   He then made another item 'mysteriously' float from one shelf to another.

[Anastasia]

"Huh?" he eloquently says to Carthrat's declaration of his patron's lack of coprealness. Before he can speak again, he hears the item dropped hit the floor, and he turns and watches, rapt, as another item floated between shelves.

".w..What the hell?"

[Carthrat]

"He speaks to me even now.. ah, yes.. telling me everything.. mm.. intriguing.. ahh.. my master knows all.. none can lie or trick him and live to tell the tale.."

Carthrat grasps the blacksmiths shoulder.. "You would never lie, would you?"

[Anastasia]

"No!" he yelps, keeping his eyes glued to where the item that floated settled.

[Carthrat]

"I hope not. You would never try to trick us, would you? For he knows all, you see, and would look poorly upon any slight, no matter how small.."

Carthrat's voice raises with something of a fanatical fervor as he speaks, towering over the man..

[Anastasia]

"Of course n-not!" he half yells, half whimpers. He's cringing back into his chair now...

[Carthrat]

"Intriguing. Never have I seen an innocent man cower so. For, you know, the master knows how the guilty can feel. Like they are being.. consumed!

It only takes an admission of guilt to release the burden of the soul, but since you are innocent, we need not worry about that, hmm?

To business, then. Unless you have something to add, sir blacksmith?"

[Anastasia]

He takes a deep breath, calmness taking residence on his face.

"No, I'm fine now." he says in a much more normal voice.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat nods.. and focuses himself for a moment, finding his centre..

...before drawing his sword in a single, fluid motion, focusing his energy through it and unleashing it in a sudden burst of flame..

"I warned you!"

Before the man can respond, Carthrat's hand flashes out to his throat, *hopefully* blocking his windpipe or voicebox so he can't scream.

[Anastasia]

The blacksmith is so stunned by your display of pyrotechnics that he doesn't even move before you get your hand around his throat.  Soon enough, he does try to scream, but it is muffled.

From the way his eyes are bugging out, you can tell you definitly got through to him.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat- slightly, releases the mans windpipe enough to breath and get a response through.

"Oh, I gave you every chance, too... ah, the folly of men.

Now listen to me very carefully. We still have a use for you.

Some use.

It is in your intrest to go on having a use for us. I hope you understand."