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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 3445753" data-attributes="member: 35788"><p>Another week slipped by as the party journeyed from Eberdeen to Fingerdale. Their meeting with the wizard had actually gone better than expected, and in spite of being a bit eccentric he did seem to show a legitimate amount of compassion for Ophee in healing her arm. As for his eccentricity, there was hardly a wizard on the face of Enigmatica who didn’t display certain amounts of eccentricity. Even Semeion could be seen as having begun the early stages of eccentric behavior. They would no doubt increase as he gained in power. If he continued to adventure into Quehalost, the hope was that the eccentricities could be kept to a minimum.</p><p></p><p>The party passed Fingerdale on their return trip. As far as anyone was concerned, there was simply no reason to waste time in Fingerdale without knowing what had happened at the villa. Rhema felt an urgent call to return home and make sure that the villa had not been attacked once more in their absence. Everyone else knew that Rhema’s father would feel better knowing about the successful return of the adventuring party from Eberdeen and the mission to which Ophee had called them.</p><p></p><p>They found the villa in good order, and the plans for construction had moved along quite successfully. Trees had begun to be cut and many of the foundation rocks had been polished and tested to ensure that the fire had not done irreparable damage. Most of the rocks had been large enough to resist the searing heat, but the rocks that had been affected were broken into smaller rocks so that the damaged sections could be removed. This meant that Rhema’s father would need to purchase a small load of larger rocks from a nearby quarry, but that cost would easily be absorbed. The majority of the damage had been done to the parts of the villa that were flammable. That would be easily enough replaced by cutting into the forest around the villa.</p><p></p><p>The beginning of the construction wouldn’t start until the rocks from the quarry arrived. They would need to be further cut and shaped, and while the rocks were undergoing their transformation the foundation could be cut and laid. As the party sat and talked with Rhema’s father on the evening in which they returned, they knew that there was little to be done at the villa for a few days. It would give them the perfect opportunity to head into Fingerdale and speak to whoever was in charge of keeping and interrogating Darkbringer.</p><p></p><p>The party rode into Fingerdale early on the next day, after spending a peaceful night at the villa. The stone walls greeted them once more from a distance, and the gate underneath the guard tower had already been opened. The city was open for business, but it was too early for a considerable crowd to be moving into the city. At this hour, only the merchants were moving their goods into the protective city walls.</p><p></p><p>With relative ease the party made their way to the temple. To save time, they had done this trip on horseback. They left their mounts tied to the hitching post outside the temple and ascended the steps. Once more they passed in between the pillars carved in the form of humans and dragons. Once more they opened the large heavy doors and entered the temple.</p><p></p><p>The acolyte on duty appeared to not be expecting anyone quite so early. The acolyte had been resting on a stool, daydreaming off into space when the heavy door creaked open. In a flash of movement his head snapped in the direction of the entrance and he stood in order to brush away any wrinkles from sitting that had developed upon his acolyte uniform. <span style="color: Lime">“Good day, sirs and madams. You appear to have come with urgency first thing in the morning. How may I direct your inquiry into the temple?”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus smiled at the obvious attempt at the language of the highbrow. <span style="color: LightBlue">“No worries, acolyte. You need not impress us with your speech. We are here on business, and our loyalty to the temple has already been earned by Master Brandt.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte relaxed, but he still kept the strong air of servitude about him. <span style="color: Lime">“Is that who you seek today? I ask because Master Brandt has not yet arrived for the morning. He is expected, but not usually this early.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus nodded in understanding and spoke again. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Several weeks ago Master Brandt and my friends here were involved in apprehending a woman called Darkbringer. She was held over for interrogation. We need to know what has happened to her. We have found a few more questions to ask her.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte bowed slightly. <span style="color: Lime">“We do not have a means of retaining prisoners here at the temple, although we do have a means of interrogating them. If you know that she has been retained, I would suggest that you turn to the city jail and ask Warden Ferrotte for permission to interrogate. If you had a hand in her capture, I am sure that your name has been attached to the prisoner’s file to allow you permission to interrogate. It is likely that the warden will demand to be present, of course.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus smiled with hesitation, remembering his last visit to the prison. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Of course. Being in charge, I am sure that he will make sure that those who interrogate his prisoners do so honorably.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte bowed deeply. <span style="color: Lime">“Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus began to shake his head, but Semeion spoke before Ischarus could reply. <span style="color: Plum">“Actually, I believe that there is something you could do for me. Could you let Master Brandt know that we came looking for him? I would like to update him on the new information that we found regarding our prisoner.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte nodded agreeably. <span style="color: Lime">“Of course. If you would like, I can give him the message myself.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion shook his head and held out a hand with his palm facing the acolyte. <span style="color: Plum">“I would rather speak to Brandt myself. He has been a mentor for much of our group here, and it would be a pleasure to see him in person again.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte replied, <span style="color: Lime">“Very well. Shall I have him look you all up in the prison during the interrogation?”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema smiled with a bit of a mischievous look in her eyes. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“No. In fact, why don’t you ask him to locate us sometime after the dinner hour. He’ll know where to find us. That way we can debrief him on what we found out during the interrogation.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte nodded. <span style="color: Lime">“I’ll give him the message, then. You are sure he’ll know where to find you all?”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema nodded in the affirmative. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“I am sure. But just in case, tell him to look in Huetown.”</span></p><p></p><p>The acolyte nodded knowingly. <span style="color: Lime">“Very well. I believe Huetown is small enough that he’ll be able to find you there.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled at the acolyte’s innocence. <span style="color: Plum">“Oh, he’ll know exactly where to meet us.”</span></p><p></p><p>The party turned around in the lobby and left by the front doors through which they had entered. Once they were outside, Charis reached a hand inside Semeion’s elbow as they descended the steps. <span style="color: Orange">“Why didn’t you want Brandt to join us at the prison for the interrogation? I would think that Brandt might have a few spells in his bag that could help us out.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion replied, <span style="color: Plum">“Well, if we are going to use a disguise to get the information out of Darkbringer, it’ll be tricky enough to get the warden to buy into a plan in a way that he sees the deception as necessary. I figured adding Brandt to that mix would only make our job more difficult.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema added to the rationale of Semeion. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Besides, Darkbringer already connects Brandt to us. If Brandt is in on the interrogation, our disguise will not seem as genuine. We need to make Darkbringer believe the illusion in order for it to work.”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis nodded. <span style="color: Orange">“I suppose that makes sense. Besides, if the wizard in Eberdeen is correct, the key word should get us what we need anyway. Maybe Brandt’s spells aren’t quite as necessary as I first thought.”</span></p><p></p><p>[Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section]</p><p>Another week slipped by as the party journeyed from Eberdeen to Fingerdale. Their meeting with the wizard had actually gone better than expected, and in spite of being a bit eccentric he did seem to show a legitimate amount of compassion for Ophee in healing her arm. As for his eccentricity, there was hardly a wizard on the face of Enigmatica who didn’t display certain amounts of eccentricity. Even Semeion could be seen as having begun the early stages of eccentric behavior. They would no doubt increase as he gained in power. If he continued to adventure into Quehalost, the hope was that the eccentricities could be kept to a minimum.</p><p></p><p>The party passed Fingerdale on their return trip. As far as anyone was concerned, there was simply no reason to waste time in Fingerdale without knowing what had happened at the villa. Rhema felt an urgent call to return home and make sure that the villa had not been attacked once more in their absence. Everyone else knew that Rhema’s father would feel better knowing about the successful return of the adventuring party from Eberdeen and the mission to which Ophee had called them.</p><p></p><p>They found the villa in good order, and the plans for construction had moved along quite successfully. Trees had begun to be cut and many of the foundation rocks had been polished and tested to ensure that the fire had not done irreparable damage. Most of the rocks had been large enough to resist the searing heat, but the rocks that had been affected were broken into smaller rocks so that the damaged sections could be removed. This meant that Rhema’s father would need to purchase a small load of larger rocks from a nearby quarry, but that cost would easily be absorbed. The majority of the damage had been done to the parts of the villa that were flammable. That would be easily enough replaced by cutting into the forest around the villa.</p><p></p><p>The beginning of the construction wouldn’t start until the rocks from the quarry arrived. They would need to be further cut and shaped, and while the rocks were undergoing their transformation the foundation could be cut and laid. As the party sat and talked with Rhema’s father on the evening in which they returned, they knew that there was little to be done at the villa for a few days. It would give them the perfect opportunity to head into Fingerdale and speak to whoever was in charge of keeping and interrogating Darkbringer.</p><p></p><p>The party rode into Fingerdale early on the next day, after spending a peaceful night at the villa. The stone walls greeted them once more from a distance, and the gate underneath the guard tower had already been opened. The city was open for business, but it was too early for a considerable crowd to be moving into the city. At this hour, only the merchants were moving their goods into the protective city walls.</p><p></p><p>With relative ease the party made their way to the temple. To save time, they had done this trip on horseback. They left their mounts tied to the hitching post outside the temple and ascended the steps. Once more they passed in between the pillars carved in the form of humans and dragons. Once more they opened the large heavy doors and entered the temple.</p><p></p><p>The acolyte on duty appeared to not be expecting anyone quite so early. The acolyte had been resting on a stool, daydreaming off into space when the heavy door creaked open. In a flash of movement his head snapped in the direction of the entrance and he stood in order to brush away any wrinkles from sitting that had developed upon his acolyte uniform. “Good day, sirs and madams. You appear to have come with urgency first thing in the morning. How may I direct your inquiry into the temple?”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus smiled at the obvious attempt at the language of the highbrow. “No worries, acolyte. You need not impress us with your speech. We are here on business, and our loyalty to the temple has already been earned by Master Brandt.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte relaxed, but he still kept the strong air of servitude about him. “Is that who you seek today? I ask because Master Brandt has not yet arrived for the morning. He is expected, but not usually this early.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus nodded in understanding and spoke again. “Several weeks ago Master Brandt and my friends here were involved in apprehending a woman called Darkbringer. She was held over for interrogation. We need to know what has happened to her. We have found a few more questions to ask her.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte bowed slightly. “We do not have a means of retaining prisoners here at the temple, although we do have a means of interrogating them. If you know that she has been retained, I would suggest that you turn to the city jail and ask Warden Ferrotte for permission to interrogate. If you had a hand in her capture, I am sure that your name has been attached to the prisoner’s file to allow you permission to interrogate. It is likely that the warden will demand to be present, of course.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus smiled with hesitation, remembering his last visit to the prison. “Of course. Being in charge, I am sure that he will make sure that those who interrogate his prisoners do so honorably.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte bowed deeply. “Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus began to shake his head, but Semeion spoke before Ischarus could reply. “Actually, I believe that there is something you could do for me. Could you let Master Brandt know that we came looking for him? I would like to update him on the new information that we found regarding our prisoner.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte nodded agreeably. “Of course. If you would like, I can give him the message myself.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion shook his head and held out a hand with his palm facing the acolyte. “I would rather speak to Brandt myself. He has been a mentor for much of our group here, and it would be a pleasure to see him in person again.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte replied, “Very well. Shall I have him look you all up in the prison during the interrogation?”</p><p></p><p>Rhema smiled with a bit of a mischievous look in her eyes. “No. In fact, why don’t you ask him to locate us sometime after the dinner hour. He’ll know where to find us. That way we can debrief him on what we found out during the interrogation.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte nodded. “I’ll give him the message, then. You are sure he’ll know where to find you all?”</p><p></p><p>Rhema nodded in the affirmative. “I am sure. But just in case, tell him to look in Huetown.”</p><p></p><p>The acolyte nodded knowingly. “Very well. I believe Huetown is small enough that he’ll be able to find you there.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion smiled at the acolyte’s innocence. “Oh, he’ll know exactly where to meet us.”</p><p></p><p>The party turned around in the lobby and left by the front doors through which they had entered. Once they were outside, Charis reached a hand inside Semeion’s elbow as they descended the steps. “Why didn’t you want Brandt to join us at the prison for the interrogation? I would think that Brandt might have a few spells in his bag that could help us out.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion replied, “Well, if we are going to use a disguise to get the information out of Darkbringer, it’ll be tricky enough to get the warden to buy into a plan in a way that he sees the deception as necessary. I figured adding Brandt to that mix would only make our job more difficult.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema added to the rationale of Semeion. “Besides, Darkbringer already connects Brandt to us. If Brandt is in on the interrogation, our disguise will not seem as genuine. We need to make Darkbringer believe the illusion in order for it to work.”</p><p></p><p>Charis nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. Besides, if the wizard in Eberdeen is correct, the key word should get us what we need anyway. Maybe Brandt’s spells aren’t quite as necessary as I first thought.”</p><p>[/Sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 3445753, member: 35788"] Another week slipped by as the party journeyed from Eberdeen to Fingerdale. Their meeting with the wizard had actually gone better than expected, and in spite of being a bit eccentric he did seem to show a legitimate amount of compassion for Ophee in healing her arm. As for his eccentricity, there was hardly a wizard on the face of Enigmatica who didn’t display certain amounts of eccentricity. Even Semeion could be seen as having begun the early stages of eccentric behavior. They would no doubt increase as he gained in power. If he continued to adventure into Quehalost, the hope was that the eccentricities could be kept to a minimum. The party passed Fingerdale on their return trip. As far as anyone was concerned, there was simply no reason to waste time in Fingerdale without knowing what had happened at the villa. Rhema felt an urgent call to return home and make sure that the villa had not been attacked once more in their absence. Everyone else knew that Rhema’s father would feel better knowing about the successful return of the adventuring party from Eberdeen and the mission to which Ophee had called them. They found the villa in good order, and the plans for construction had moved along quite successfully. Trees had begun to be cut and many of the foundation rocks had been polished and tested to ensure that the fire had not done irreparable damage. Most of the rocks had been large enough to resist the searing heat, but the rocks that had been affected were broken into smaller rocks so that the damaged sections could be removed. This meant that Rhema’s father would need to purchase a small load of larger rocks from a nearby quarry, but that cost would easily be absorbed. The majority of the damage had been done to the parts of the villa that were flammable. That would be easily enough replaced by cutting into the forest around the villa. The beginning of the construction wouldn’t start until the rocks from the quarry arrived. They would need to be further cut and shaped, and while the rocks were undergoing their transformation the foundation could be cut and laid. As the party sat and talked with Rhema’s father on the evening in which they returned, they knew that there was little to be done at the villa for a few days. It would give them the perfect opportunity to head into Fingerdale and speak to whoever was in charge of keeping and interrogating Darkbringer. The party rode into Fingerdale early on the next day, after spending a peaceful night at the villa. The stone walls greeted them once more from a distance, and the gate underneath the guard tower had already been opened. The city was open for business, but it was too early for a considerable crowd to be moving into the city. At this hour, only the merchants were moving their goods into the protective city walls. With relative ease the party made their way to the temple. To save time, they had done this trip on horseback. They left their mounts tied to the hitching post outside the temple and ascended the steps. Once more they passed in between the pillars carved in the form of humans and dragons. Once more they opened the large heavy doors and entered the temple. The acolyte on duty appeared to not be expecting anyone quite so early. The acolyte had been resting on a stool, daydreaming off into space when the heavy door creaked open. In a flash of movement his head snapped in the direction of the entrance and he stood in order to brush away any wrinkles from sitting that had developed upon his acolyte uniform. [Color=Lime]“Good day, sirs and madams. You appear to have come with urgency first thing in the morning. How may I direct your inquiry into the temple?”[/Color] Ischarus smiled at the obvious attempt at the language of the highbrow. [Color=LightBlue]“No worries, acolyte. You need not impress us with your speech. We are here on business, and our loyalty to the temple has already been earned by Master Brandt.”[/Color] The acolyte relaxed, but he still kept the strong air of servitude about him. [Color=Lime]“Is that who you seek today? I ask because Master Brandt has not yet arrived for the morning. He is expected, but not usually this early.”[/Color] Ischarus nodded in understanding and spoke again. [Color=LightBlue]“Several weeks ago Master Brandt and my friends here were involved in apprehending a woman called Darkbringer. She was held over for interrogation. We need to know what has happened to her. We have found a few more questions to ask her.”[/Color] The acolyte bowed slightly. [Color=Lime]“We do not have a means of retaining prisoners here at the temple, although we do have a means of interrogating them. If you know that she has been retained, I would suggest that you turn to the city jail and ask Warden Ferrotte for permission to interrogate. If you had a hand in her capture, I am sure that your name has been attached to the prisoner’s file to allow you permission to interrogate. It is likely that the warden will demand to be present, of course.”[/Color] Ischarus smiled with hesitation, remembering his last visit to the prison. [Color=LightBlue]“Of course. Being in charge, I am sure that he will make sure that those who interrogate his prisoners do so honorably.”[/Color] The acolyte bowed deeply. [Color=Lime]“Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?”[/Color] Ischarus began to shake his head, but Semeion spoke before Ischarus could reply. [Color=Plum]“Actually, I believe that there is something you could do for me. Could you let Master Brandt know that we came looking for him? I would like to update him on the new information that we found regarding our prisoner.”[/Color] The acolyte nodded agreeably. [Color=Lime]“Of course. If you would like, I can give him the message myself.”[/Color] Semeion shook his head and held out a hand with his palm facing the acolyte. [Color=Plum]“I would rather speak to Brandt myself. He has been a mentor for much of our group here, and it would be a pleasure to see him in person again.”[/Color] The acolyte replied, [Color=Lime]“Very well. Shall I have him look you all up in the prison during the interrogation?”[/Color] Rhema smiled with a bit of a mischievous look in her eyes. [Color=PaleGreen]“No. In fact, why don’t you ask him to locate us sometime after the dinner hour. He’ll know where to find us. That way we can debrief him on what we found out during the interrogation.”[/Color] The acolyte nodded. [Color=Lime]“I’ll give him the message, then. You are sure he’ll know where to find you all?”[/Color] Rhema nodded in the affirmative. [Color=PaleGreen]“I am sure. But just in case, tell him to look in Huetown.”[/Color] The acolyte nodded knowingly. [Color=Lime]“Very well. I believe Huetown is small enough that he’ll be able to find you there.”[/Color] Semeion smiled at the acolyte’s innocence. [Color=Plum]“Oh, he’ll know exactly where to meet us.”[/Color] The party turned around in the lobby and left by the front doors through which they had entered. Once they were outside, Charis reached a hand inside Semeion’s elbow as they descended the steps. [Color=Orange]“Why didn’t you want Brandt to join us at the prison for the interrogation? I would think that Brandt might have a few spells in his bag that could help us out.”[/Color] Semeion replied, [Color=Plum]“Well, if we are going to use a disguise to get the information out of Darkbringer, it’ll be tricky enough to get the warden to buy into a plan in a way that he sees the deception as necessary. I figured adding Brandt to that mix would only make our job more difficult.”[/Color] Rhema added to the rationale of Semeion. [Color=PaleGreen]“Besides, Darkbringer already connects Brandt to us. If Brandt is in on the interrogation, our disguise will not seem as genuine. We need to make Darkbringer believe the illusion in order for it to work.”[/Color] Charis nodded. [Color=Orange]“I suppose that makes sense. Besides, if the wizard in Eberdeen is correct, the key word should get us what we need anyway. Maybe Brandt’s spells aren’t quite as necessary as I first thought.”[/Color] [Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section] Another week slipped by as the party journeyed from Eberdeen to Fingerdale. Their meeting with the wizard had actually gone better than expected, and in spite of being a bit eccentric he did seem to show a legitimate amount of compassion for Ophee in healing her arm. As for his eccentricity, there was hardly a wizard on the face of Enigmatica who didn’t display certain amounts of eccentricity. Even Semeion could be seen as having begun the early stages of eccentric behavior. They would no doubt increase as he gained in power. If he continued to adventure into Quehalost, the hope was that the eccentricities could be kept to a minimum. The party passed Fingerdale on their return trip. As far as anyone was concerned, there was simply no reason to waste time in Fingerdale without knowing what had happened at the villa. Rhema felt an urgent call to return home and make sure that the villa had not been attacked once more in their absence. Everyone else knew that Rhema’s father would feel better knowing about the successful return of the adventuring party from Eberdeen and the mission to which Ophee had called them. They found the villa in good order, and the plans for construction had moved along quite successfully. Trees had begun to be cut and many of the foundation rocks had been polished and tested to ensure that the fire had not done irreparable damage. Most of the rocks had been large enough to resist the searing heat, but the rocks that had been affected were broken into smaller rocks so that the damaged sections could be removed. This meant that Rhema’s father would need to purchase a small load of larger rocks from a nearby quarry, but that cost would easily be absorbed. The majority of the damage had been done to the parts of the villa that were flammable. That would be easily enough replaced by cutting into the forest around the villa. The beginning of the construction wouldn’t start until the rocks from the quarry arrived. They would need to be further cut and shaped, and while the rocks were undergoing their transformation the foundation could be cut and laid. As the party sat and talked with Rhema’s father on the evening in which they returned, they knew that there was little to be done at the villa for a few days. It would give them the perfect opportunity to head into Fingerdale and speak to whoever was in charge of keeping and interrogating Darkbringer. The party rode into Fingerdale early on the next day, after spending a peaceful night at the villa. The stone walls greeted them once more from a distance, and the gate underneath the guard tower had already been opened. The city was open for business, but it was too early for a considerable crowd to be moving into the city. At this hour, only the merchants were moving their goods into the protective city walls. With relative ease the party made their way to the temple. To save time, they had done this trip on horseback. They left their mounts tied to the hitching post outside the temple and ascended the steps. Once more they passed in between the pillars carved in the form of humans and dragons. Once more they opened the large heavy doors and entered the temple. The acolyte on duty appeared to not be expecting anyone quite so early. The acolyte had been resting on a stool, daydreaming off into space when the heavy door creaked open. In a flash of movement his head snapped in the direction of the entrance and he stood in order to brush away any wrinkles from sitting that had developed upon his acolyte uniform. “Good day, sirs and madams. You appear to have come with urgency first thing in the morning. How may I direct your inquiry into the temple?” Ischarus smiled at the obvious attempt at the language of the highbrow. “No worries, acolyte. You need not impress us with your speech. We are here on business, and our loyalty to the temple has already been earned by Master Brandt.” The acolyte relaxed, but he still kept the strong air of servitude about him. “Is that who you seek today? I ask because Master Brandt has not yet arrived for the morning. He is expected, but not usually this early.” Ischarus nodded in understanding and spoke again. “Several weeks ago Master Brandt and my friends here were involved in apprehending a woman called Darkbringer. She was held over for interrogation. We need to know what has happened to her. We have found a few more questions to ask her.” The acolyte bowed slightly. “We do not have a means of retaining prisoners here at the temple, although we do have a means of interrogating them. If you know that she has been retained, I would suggest that you turn to the city jail and ask Warden Ferrotte for permission to interrogate. If you had a hand in her capture, I am sure that your name has been attached to the prisoner’s file to allow you permission to interrogate. It is likely that the warden will demand to be present, of course.” Ischarus smiled with hesitation, remembering his last visit to the prison. “Of course. Being in charge, I am sure that he will make sure that those who interrogate his prisoners do so honorably.” The acolyte bowed deeply. “Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?” Ischarus began to shake his head, but Semeion spoke before Ischarus could reply. “Actually, I believe that there is something you could do for me. Could you let Master Brandt know that we came looking for him? I would like to update him on the new information that we found regarding our prisoner.” The acolyte nodded agreeably. “Of course. If you would like, I can give him the message myself.” Semeion shook his head and held out a hand with his palm facing the acolyte. “I would rather speak to Brandt myself. He has been a mentor for much of our group here, and it would be a pleasure to see him in person again.” The acolyte replied, “Very well. Shall I have him look you all up in the prison during the interrogation?” Rhema smiled with a bit of a mischievous look in her eyes. “No. In fact, why don’t you ask him to locate us sometime after the dinner hour. He’ll know where to find us. That way we can debrief him on what we found out during the interrogation.” The acolyte nodded. “I’ll give him the message, then. You are sure he’ll know where to find you all?” Rhema nodded in the affirmative. “I am sure. But just in case, tell him to look in Huetown.” The acolyte nodded knowingly. “Very well. I believe Huetown is small enough that he’ll be able to find you there.” Semeion smiled at the acolyte’s innocence. “Oh, he’ll know exactly where to meet us.” The party turned around in the lobby and left by the front doors through which they had entered. Once they were outside, Charis reached a hand inside Semeion’s elbow as they descended the steps. “Why didn’t you want Brandt to join us at the prison for the interrogation? I would think that Brandt might have a few spells in his bag that could help us out.” Semeion replied, “Well, if we are going to use a disguise to get the information out of Darkbringer, it’ll be tricky enough to get the warden to buy into a plan in a way that he sees the deception as necessary. I figured adding Brandt to that mix would only make our job more difficult.” Rhema added to the rationale of Semeion. “Besides, Darkbringer already connects Brandt to us. If Brandt is in on the interrogation, our disguise will not seem as genuine. We need to make Darkbringer believe the illusion in order for it to work.” Charis nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. Besides, if the wizard in Eberdeen is correct, the key word should get us what we need anyway. Maybe Brandt’s spells aren’t quite as necessary as I first thought.” [/Sblock] [/QUOTE]
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