Vhir crossed the stony street, walking directly towards the unshaven guard outside the door. Yet Glasia’s magic served him well, and the man noticed nothing. The kobold stepped over the wooden threshold into the barracks, careful not to touch the door, and found himself standing immediately at the other door guard’s right hand. In front of him was Partash, quietly absorbing his surroundings. Vhir did the same, trying to move out of arm’s reach of the guard should he move his arm.
The man from the gambling table pulled up to the group, planting his heavy boots firmly apart on the wooden floor.
“Capt’n,” the bugbear nodded. Shooting a sidelong smirk at him, he turned to silently survey the group with a faint self-satisfied sneer, arms crossed. His eyes were a sharp green-grey, and his hair a nondescript dark brown in a thick bristling shock. His whole figure seemed harp and slightly exaggerated; an observant eye would see that under his rough-hewn act he was actually a vain man.
“So you’re th’ Blacksurf lot, ehh? Yeh don’t look like much to me. Two scrappy boys, they send me? And a little girl… pretty little girl.” Arms still crossed, he ducked his head down slightly to try and catch Glasia’s downcast eyes, a jaunty smile on his roughly shaven face. If he did not look so cruel and predatorial, he could have been handsome.
But Glasia did not respond, and the guard’s attention shifted to Morika, who was keeping to the back of the group. He dropped on hand to his side and brought the other up to hold his chin in thought, and crossed through the group towards her.
“And you came with them? Yeh look more like what I’d expect from th’ Blacksurfs. I can see why you abandon’d this sorry crew. But could I trust ye’ to join us here?” He looked back at the bugbear expecting an answer.
“She’s th’ one who tol’ us where these were. We had to kill th’other ones in ah fight; they were tougher, but she led us tah these sleepin’ in their beds like childr’n,” the bugbear supplied matter-of-factly.
In a terse tone, as if familiar with the bugbear’s usual intellectual capacity, the man said to him,
“And did it not occur to you it could be a trick, lieutenant? They are spies, after all. The purpose ah’ spies, lieutenant, is to infiltrate.” The bugbear looked at the ground, and the man gave a short laugh to reinforce the elementary obviousness of his statement
He turned his head to the shifter again, his green-grey eyes stared unblinking into her own for a moment, the smirk still not gone from his face. Morika smiled back, revealing her abnormally sharp teeth. Surprisingly, the man broke out in a genuine grin, apparently pleased with what he saw.
“You, I’ll give you a benefit of th’ doubt. I want yuh’ to help me… I need to extract all the useful inf’rmation from your former colleagues before I rid m’self of them. I thought I might give you the honor of extraction.”
He paused to appraise the trio a last time.
“Not the girl though.” He extended his muscled arm and ran his broad and well-trimmed fingernails through Glasia’s hair, that small self-satisfied smile never leaving his face.
“We’ll keep her.”
As if this had been some prearranged cue, the guards at the table got up, one crossing towards the door to the room with the holding cells, the others heading towards the group. The guard by the inside of the door swung his arm out and pulled the wooden door shut, though Vhir heard no lock click into place. Out in the morning sunlight, the other guard casually stepped in front of the portal and clasped his hands behind his back, shutting away the dark proceedings within from the innocent summer day.
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