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[Dracos]

"Bah, stupid fragile humans."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Daggedal wanders over to the man. Pulling energy from one of the dead bodies in the room, he forces a healing spell down the mans throat..

[kpjam]

Daggedal's attempt proves somewhat useful as color returns to the man's face and he begins to breath again.

[Carthrat]

"Who are you?" asks Daggedal, bluntly.

[kpjam]

The man blinks a couple times before stammering out, "Wesley."

[Dracos]

The ogre grunted, "Who do you work for scrawny human?"

Dracos
OOC: I really bloody should not be the one doing the interrogation but I'd prefer this not to last six months.

[kpjam]

"I ahh, work for the great wizard, Fezik," the tiny timid human responded.

[Carthrat]

"Who the hell is Fezik?" replies Daggedal.

[kpjam]

The man's eyes light up as color returns to his cheeks.  "Fezik is a master conjururer and illusionists.  He says if I serve him well he'll teach me all he knows.  It's a huge break, getting an apprenticeship with him. My parents coupdn't believe it.  They all thought I'd amount to nothing.  But with this, I could surpass my pops, and his stupid functionary job."



edit:  sorry, man not boy.

[Carthrat]

"And what the hell did he want with this castle?" replies Daggedal. "Did he send in his troops, and you with them?"

[kpjam]

The man looks curiously at Daggedal.  "The master woke me and told me to come move some stuff to his chambers.  I heard some of the others in his house talking about some battle, but that's beyond me at the time."

[Carthrat]

"Note the corpses lying around the room. And all over the castle," replies Daggedal, dryly.

"What stuff, anyway? What's it for?"

[kpjam]

"Those things you took," he pointed at the droppings from earlier.  "The master wanted the jewels and weapons.  I assume it's for his research and stuff."   He replied impatiently.

[Carthrat]

Daggedal smacks the kid across the face. "Don't talk like that to me," he says, warningly. "I don't like your tone.

As for this gear, we'll be taking it," he continues.

[kpjam]

His hands fly to his face as he looks ready to cry.  "The master won't like that," he says shakily.