Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VIII

[Mimic]

"That thing better be careful," the large man says, a bit hastily. "We... have traps set about the place. For rats."

"I can assure you that my pet is very well trained. He will not set off any of your traps."

"Pet? Trained? Hmph..." is what Broddy hears.

ooc: I had intended for the ferret to be sneaky about it but this is just as good too.

 

[Velmont]

Sielwoodan listen to the discussion. It seems it will not be an easy task to get information from that man.

 

[Majin]

Eleint 26, Mid-Morning

"The well out front, aye," the man confirms, eyeing the bard under a lock of greasy hair. The sound of a light rain begins to beat down on the thin shingles of the small farmhouse, signaling the start of another wet and dreary day.

"Her body was torn to bits," he says, gruffly. "Her Ladyship had to stitch her back together with some spell," he adds candidly, a curious half-smile crossing his lips. Laurent cannot tell if the farmer is simply incredulous to the fact that his daughter could have befallen such a fate, or if he had taken some form of enjoyment out of the situation.

 

[Wilphe]

"What fury could rend a body so that it needs to be sitched together before it can be decently buried?" asks Laurent rhetorically, attempting a leading question to discuss the burial*. After a suitible pause to enable himself to be corrected he continues, "My apologies, I was thinking out loud. When did you first notice that something was amiss?"



OOC:
Renadra said the body wasn't buried openly, so why put the body back together?

 

[Mimic]

"Was it ever discovered what attacked her in the first place? Has this happened before?" Broddy asks suddenly. His curiosity getting the better of him.

 

[Velmont]

Hearng these words from the gnome mouth seems to ease a bit Sielwoodan from his concern, but he stay silent and prefer not to show any emotion that could disturb the interrogation of Laurent, who seems not to do too bad.

 

[Majin]

"When... when she was found dead?" the man replies, almost as if a question. Turning sharply towards Broddy, the farmer speaks quickly, "Zombies it was, Her Ladyship told us. The smell of rot was strong down there it was."

 

[Velmont]

That man is making half sense... there is something he doesn't want to speak of. And from where could come these undeads? This region has more trouble than a human city. There must be a common cause to all that.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang flexes his fingers wrapped around the sword hilt at his side when the farmer mentions undead. The elven fighter prefers enemies that bleed. Maybe the man is just lying to scare away a potential investigation; or maybe he was underestimating the enemy to lure the group into a false sense of security. For the first time in his career, Calenthang actually considers investing in a weapon more effective against the undead.
I'll willingly sacrifice my blade against the hordes to convict these frauds! he thinks to himself, eyeing Laurent and the farmer menacingly...again.

 

[Wilphe]

"Down there?" says Laurent, pregnantly, "You mean down the well?"