[IC] A Stolen Land

[DM Dougfan]

Looking down at Happs, Andra holds a hand up to Vidar to indicate that he should back off a bit. She crouches down to the prisoner's level and speaks quietly.

"No choice? But somewhere along the way, a choice was made. None of the options may have been good ones, but it was a choice, nonetheless... So how came you to this, where you prey on the weak?"

"What difference does it make?  You caught me redhanded robbing a pair of defenseless folks in this godsforsaken land.  Who cares about choices?"  Andra only senses more of the bitter resignation building up with each word that passes his lips.

Valdi comes walking out of the stables, well satisfied that teh horses are secure for the moment. He walkls into the courtyard to see Vidar squating somne ten feet from where Andra interrogates  the leader of this small group of brigands, with Eran hovering nearby to listen.

He wanders over to wear Oleg is watching with his wife.

"Mind if I have my axes?" he asks the crofter. Upon being handed his throwing axes he merely nods and heads across the courtyard into the house.

A few moments later he comes back outside, idly scratching his scruffy beard and once again approaches oleg

"This man in particular, have you ever seen him commit murder? Or is it always just threat and extortion?"

For GM Dougfan:

If anyone bothers to look closely he is missing one throwing axe.   That axe has been left inside the house, where it has been stuck into the hearth so the blade gets heated nice and red hot. (a hearthfire won't be hot enough to wreck the blade, but he just needs it hot enough to sear flesh.)

Oleg turns to the priest and blinks a few times at his questions.  "Hmm?  Him?  I, uh...I don't know.  Seen him commit murder?"  "No.  I've never seen him commit any murders, and neither have you, dear."  "But he's one of them!  He could have easily done it while we weren't there to see!"  "Perhaps, perhaps not.  But we were not around to witness it now, were we?"  Oleg just sighs in response and shakes his head.  "In fact, I think he was the one who kept that Kressle woman from hacking off Oleg's hand."  "Don't remind me. And that doesn't mean anything.  He's still a damn bandit!"  Oleg has no interest in couching the decibel level of his voice, and perhaps even tries to make sure Happs hears him say that.  Happs, for his part, seems to make no reaction.