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-----Sol catches up to it and slips his blade just under its arm. As the sword finds the creature’s heart, the monster stiffens and slumps to the ground.
-----After checking to make sure the big humanoid is dead, Sol wanders out of the tall brush and sees Raven standing over the dead bodies of the orcs. Blood is splattered on Raven and the anger and the heavy breathing begins to subside in him.
-----Nearby Thalog stands leaning on his staff. His emotionless eyes look at Raven and he says calmly, "I take it you prefer to question the humans this time?" He points to where Rand stands over the three unconscious bandits they tied up. The light rain continues to fall.
-----Raven looks at Thalog, "Let's see what they know." Raven says to Zentil, "Could you search the orcs and the bandits? Maybe they have something of interest on them." Raven grabs an orc’s cloak and cleans off his weapons and armor, then he walks over to one of the tied up humans.
-----Raven leans in close to the man's face, "Let me start by saying - if you lie to me, we'll leave you here as a meal for the local creatures of the woods."
-----Raven leans his head back closes his eyes and sniffs the air, "Ah! There’s wolves near by..." Raven pauses puts his head forward and looks the man in the eyes, "and they're hungry."
-----The bandit’s eyes widen and he tries to slink from Raven’s gaze.
-----Raven grabs the man's tunic and pulls him closer, "If I feel you're telling the truth, we'll let you go. Sound fair?" Raven pauses, "I thought so." Raven lets the man go. "Why are you here?"
-----The man mutters out, "We were raidin’ who we could in the countryside."
-----"Are there more of you around?" Raven asks.
-----"Yeah, probably!"
-----"Were you working with those orcs?" Raven implores again.
-----"Yeah," the man says, almost in a whisper.
-----Sarah pulls the hood of her robe up over her head to shelter from the rain. She walks over to one of the tied up men, the one farthest away from the one that Raven is torturing, places her hand on his cheek and murmurs to him.
-----Sol strides across to one of the dead orcs and wipes his blade clean before sliding it back into its scabbard. The ache in his ribs causes his movements to be slightly jerky. Taking in his companions’ actions he slowly walks up to stand where he's close to both Raven and Sarah.
-----The man slowly looks up into Sarah’s eyes with a glazed look. The man has short brown hair and a stubble of a beard. In a whispered tone, he says, "Are you an angel?"
-----Sarah smiles yet again at the man and places her hands on his shoulders. "Yes I am." She breathes. "But it is up to you to decide if I am to be your Angel of Mercy or your Angel of Death. Confess the crimes of your life, and I may set you free." Sarah has never seemed so lovely before.
-----"Working with orcs?" Sol scowls at Raven's subject, "You probably feel big and tough siding with those pigs. You must have known that you'd be caught sooner or later, after all 'Raidin' does sorta attract attention, dimwit. Why are you all taking part in this crap anyway? The answer better not be money." Sol ends with a heated tone. The man Raven questions falls silent and looks nervously away.
-----Raven looks over to Sarah. He steps away from the bandit in front of him and watches Sarah talking to the charmed bandit.
-----Raven glances over to Sol, "You okay? The hit you took looks like it hurt like a son o' bitch."
-----Having just finished his rant, Sol returns Raven's glance with a forced smile, "Yeah, it hurt. But then I'm still standing. Wouldn't have wanted another though."
-----The charmed bandit looks adoringly at Sarah and says, "Ah Sweet Angel, please have mercy upon a poor wretch such as me! Tis true I am a vulgar man, but I grew up in the loins of poverty, I did. I tried to live the honest life but the fields to the south are unfit to farm. T’was of a most recent time it was, there was talk ‘monst me friends there be those wantin’ to claim part of Hearthorn as their own. They be payin’ some good silver to do the raidin’ with orcs and keepin’ the common people a’fearin’."
-----"Again, Most Blessed One, please see fit to show me mercy as me honor be not as strong as it should be!" the bandit pleads.
-----The other bandit sitting close looks at him with disgust on his face. "What the hell are you telling them?" he blurts out.
-----Sol unsheathes his sword and lowers it to this last bandit's neck, "Try...very hard...to only speak when spoken to."
-----"Yeah," the bandit responds back at Sol, "That’s pretty brave for someone that’s not tied up!"
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