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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2813455" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 11: Minetown (Continued)“You can close your mouth, ‘Honest’ Abe.”  Cynicism dripped from the paladin’s words as Abe reluctantly complied.  “Now, where is Wembly?  And what happened to the Whore’s Nag?”“I…I…” the old man, looking as if he had just aged an additional decade, stuttered.  He grasped a pitcher of water and sat amongst the heroes.  Quickly he poured a drink, his hands aquiver.  “I haven’t seen Wembly in nearly ten years…”“What happened?”  Tobias gripped the hilt of his sword, intimidating the barkeep just a little more.“Wembly disappeared ten years ago…well, about ten years ago.  I don’t know where to or why.  She just vanished.  And, after a time, when she didn’t return I just…just…”“Stole her business?”“No!”  Abe cleared his throat and lowered his voice.  “I was just holding it for her…in the event she ever returned.”“And we should believe you because you’re ‘Honest’ Abe?”  Tobias removed his hand from his hilt, crossing his arms over his chest to glare at the barkeep as an angry parent would a child.  “I swear…I don’t know anything else.”“Fine.  What can you tell us about the Culites that are here now?”  Fitz’s hand reverberated again off his forehead.  Shaking his head slightly, the priest rested it upon the table.  His meal would remain unfinished.  Motega and Magnus grinned slightly behind their drinks.“Culites?  I dunno…”“DON’T LIE TO ME!!!”  Tobias shoved the table, sliding it easily toward Abe and pressing him back, slightly.  The Rorn and the mage set down their drinks, each drawing a dagger.“I don’t know anything about the Culites!  They come into town every now and then for supplies…that’s all.  They take what they want—without paying.  They’ve even taken people!  And the Baronet won’t leave his manor…they’re the reason my business…I…I mean Wembly’s business is failing.  They scare away the customers…the travelers.”  The old man lowered his head, sobbing into his hands.“Where are they now?” questioned Magnus, spinning the dagger on his palm.Abe sighed as he looked up.  “They spend most of their time in the mines to the north of the town.”  Tobias sat again, a new tactic quickly forming in his mind.  The paladin winked at Motega; the Rorn furrowed his brow.  Reaching into his satchel, Tobias pulled out a medallion, which he then placed around his neck—Thyvron’s medallion; a Culite priests’ medallion.[1]Abe’s eyes crossed in fear; Tobias just glared.  “You…you…,” Abe stammered.  “You work for them!”Motega grinned as he turned on the barkeep.  His quick Rorn reflexes snapped his hand out to grasp Abe hard on the shoulder.  The dagger edged closer to the barkeep.  “That’s right.  Learn to hold your tongue Abe, or we might just have to remove it.”  The Rorn grinned maliciously but then sheathed the blade.  “Should we let him live?” “He’s been warned, I think that’s enough,” Tobias decided.  Motega sighed and grumbled, “Fine.”“But…but…the questions…Wembly and…”“Look, barkeep.  We have contacts; we have information.  Do not cross us.”  Tobias stood.  “Gentlemen, I believe its time to join our compatriots to the north.”  The paladin led the party from the tavern.  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[1] - If you'll remember, Thyvron was a Culite that attacked us outside of Dun Moor.  It was he and his posse that were responsible for ambushing and enslaving Caelyx.  After we stomped them down (and nearly died in the process), Tobias took the Culite medallion (Thyvron was the only Culite priest--the others were hired goons).  He had never intended to use it in this manner...and yet it did have some use.This was one of my favorite moments of the game.  Abe wasn't quite so honest as he claimed--and I could only go so far in my questioning.  Remembering the medallion...Tobias pulled it out and strapped it around his neck.  He allowed the rest of the party to talk for him (so he would not have to lie).  Unfortunately...this was so long ago (late 2004/early 2005) that my memory is fading.  I can't remember exactly who said what...so...it seems quite abbreviated in this format.  But I did remember the important points--Wembly vanished 10 years prior and the Culites were north within the mines.<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />~Fune</blockquote>

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