-----"But now, even in the Royal Court of the King, he has been found out! Word comes from the Royal city that Sintor has fled and hurries even now to take refuge in his own spoiled territory."
-----"Makes me wonder why Krondor and his henchmen chose to come to this part of Silvergard," Garrison says, eyeing the defeated middle-aged commander beside him.
-----Sol nods at Garrison and turns his gaze on the commander and says, "So, tell us what ye know o' Krondor's and this...Sintor's plans. If ye don't give us what ye know now, I can guarantee ye will later."
-----Raven walks over to stand close to the commander and moves behind him. The hunter lets out a low growl that sounds much like an angry wolf. Raven then moves in closer to the commander, but says nothing.
-----Sarah smiles charmingly at the Lord of Silvergard, and she bows in a courtly manner before him. "While my companions are acting the part of interrogator might I persuade you to give us a more detailed account of the troubles your land faces? We shall of course be returning home to report the death of the traitor Krondor, but after that if Hearthorn is free of strife I think I can safely say that we will be willing to help in any way we can." Sarah says, careful not to promise too much. "I would also be wary of these lands in the next couple days, my Lord, I suspect Krondor came here to meet with someone...or something." Sarah's eyes trail to the dead dragon.
-----The commander sneers as he looks at Sol. He then looks over his shoulder at Raven. Returning his look toward Sol, the man spits out, "Nothing will force me to tell what I know."
-----Grabbing the man by the back of the neck, Garrison places his axe on the commander's cheek. "I always wondered," the woodsman hisses through gritted teeth, "how much of someone's nose I could shave off in one swipe. Killing you would be too easy, but if you lose your nose, you're going to look awfully close to an orc. I just wonder how much those elves would take notice of you."
-----Suddenly the commander's eyes light on the silent elves of the woods who now gather round quietly watching the situation. The lithe frames of the elves look strong as do their distinctive weapons and armor and the intense look on their faces show the commander who they consider their enemy.
-----"Sintor looks to control the river!" the commander blurts out nervously.
-----"See that wasn't so bad," Garrison whispers to him menacingly.
-----Lord Howrun nods respectfully to Sarah, but for the moment he withholds his answer to her, focusing on what the commander has to say.
-----Sol continues to speak to the commander in conversational tones, "That's a start. The barest of starts. How do they mean to control the river? What was Krondor's part in all this and what was your purpose in coming here? If you don't provide actual detail, I have a feeling that we'll have to hand you over to the good folk here. True, they may be less interested in getting answers than in dealing in justice, but you're being of little use to us."
-----Raven sneers and says, "I say strip him and let the Hunter's children deal out the justice." Raven pokes the commander, "His meat is old, but I'm sure they wouldn't pass up on a good meal." Raven turns his back on the commander and to Sol, "Just an idea..."
-----Raven flashes Sol a smile and then walks over to Krondor's body. Raven begins to search Krondor's body.
-----Sol nods at Raven's suggestion and then looks sternly at the commander and utters to him quietly, "The more answers, the less ideas." A touch of anger seems to have crept into Sol's words.
-----"Krondor was coming this way to escape into Ravenhold. He was hoping to meet reinforcements along the way," the commander offers before looking at the ground.
-----Everyone falls silent except for a gleeful Lovan who stands excitedly by the fallen dragon. His laughter continues on in fits of starts and stops.
-----Sol sighs and looks to the heavens for the answers the prisoner has failed to provide. Slowly he returns his gaze back to the commander and speaks in an iron tone, "Obviously the meaning of the word detail has escaped your mind. Fine. Lord Howrun, would it be acceptable to hand over this prisoner to you and your forces? He is of no further use to us. Perhaps you'll be able to draw more out of him."
-----After looking around at his own companions, Sol advises, "We should be going. We've still got unfinished business in Redmarsh." A slight look of disbelief creeps onto the Gorian features as he regards the dead dragon once more.
-----Sarah walks over to Sol and speaks softly. "Does the word 'hoard' mean anything to you?" She asks.
-----Sol replies as softly, "Well, yes. But we really should get back....I suppose there's no harm in asking." The young warrior looks back at Lord Howrun and asks, "Sir, do ye happen t'know where this dragon resided?"