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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2813442" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 11: Minetown (Continued)“Are you sure,” Honest Abe queried again, “that I can’t offer you anything to eat or drink?”  Tobias slammed his waterskin onto the table, shaking his head very slowly.“Ah fine.”  The old man coughed to fill the awkward silence.  Tobias’ eyes burned slowly through his flesh and into his soul.  Abe’s hands pulled aimlessly at each other—nervously.  Only the sound of clinking silverware and Motega’s slurping echoed within the empty tavern.The paladin removed his eyes from the owner, confident that Abe had no more taint than any average man.  “Not much of a business you have here.”“What?!”  Abe’s mouth dropped open.“Well, I can’t testify for your food or drink,” the paladin admitted.  He rubbed a finger along the back of his chair, lifting a layer of dust from its dark surface.  “But, it doesn’t seem to me as if you have many customers.  So, as I said, not much of a business you have here.”Abe’s face flushed red, his lip trembling.  “Now, look here.  I’ve got a good business, an honest business here and I don’t need your disrespect.”“No disrespect from me, ‘Honest’ Abe.  I was just making a casual observation.”“Times used to be different around here.  Yeah, I’ve fallen on some hard times recently—not many travelers coming through.  I still survive.”“No doubt you do, Abe.  But I was under the impression that there have been quite a number of visitors to this quaint sea-side town.”  Tobias’ eyes flared again, peering through the barkeep’s soul.  Abe flushed, taking a step back.“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”“And I think you’re lying.”  Tobias shot a knowing glance toward Fitz, whose head was slowly falling into his hands; a look of exasperation marring his usually peaceful countenance.  “Fine,” whispered the cleric.  His next words, pure and true, were quietly spoken.  Fitz’s divine connection flared; a ring of light coalesced in the center of the table and expanded out past Abe before fading into nothing.  The barkeep shook his balding head which had become suddenly, very dizzy.  Tobias glanced at Fitz, his thoughts confirmed by the priest’s downcast eyes.  The spell had failed.“Look here.  I don’t need no traveling fools coming in here and casting spells left and right.  You don’t need to cast a spell to see if I’m speaking the truth.  For Morduk’s sake, I’m ‘Honest’ Abe.  That’s not a title you earn by lying!”“We don’t know you.  We have to make sure,” spit Magnus.“Not in my tavern you don’t!  You can just get out now.”“NO,” commanded the paladin.  Tobias stood, his bulk dwarfing the barkeep.  “We need information and you are going to give it to us.  Where is Wembly?” Abe stepped backward, a look of shock upon his face.  Fitz slapped his own forehead in frustration.</blockquote>

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