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<blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6149352" data-attributes="member: 40413">The crowd jostles Damaris and Tasanto though they are more cautious about bumping Thuvian, Tyrion, and Cavernous Hode bearing Mister Dickens.&nbsp; Exiting the crowd is easier as well, since it is obvious they are not trying to push ahead of the crowds of people to get food.&nbsp; And despite the dark looks received while pushing up to Molnar and the wagon the group has an easier time than the guards following after: the crowd seems to surge and shift in just such a way that it hinders the guards' progress while giving the group of adventurers just enough space to squeeze through.&nbsp; By the time the group breaks free of the crowd the guard is still some distance behind and unlikely to catch up.Quickly moving through the narrow, winding streets Damaris and her escort soon arrive at the guard post where, according to their information, Molnar's son, Benedek, is being held.&nbsp; The guard scowls and looks uneasily at the men escorting Damaris but with Damaris' request he turns back to the bard.&nbsp; &quot;Miss, I can't let you into the cells.&quot;&nbsp; His gaze moves away as if he is considering her other request before he returns his attention to Damaris.&nbsp; &quot;The prisoner was caught agitating against the state religion and was in possession of icons of false gods.&nbsp; There's nothing I can do for you...&quot;&quot;Perhaps, I can help?&quot; asks a quiet baritone voice as a door opens and a tall solidly built man enters the room from deeper in the guard post.The man is barely taller than Tyrion, though about six inches shorter than Tasanto when he is in cattaur form.&nbsp; He is solidly built with the full face of a man who has plenty to eat and his clothing is well made.&nbsp; The thick, gold links of chain that hang about his neck further identify him as a man of means.&nbsp; If you were back in Venza you might think this man a member of a noble house or a merchant clan.&nbsp; All question about his status is removed when he introduces himself.&quot;I am Inquisitor Vanembrel.&nbsp; Now, perhaps you would like to start again.&quot;&nbsp; He makes a small motion with one hand indicating that Damaris should proceed.&nbsp; &quot;I'm afraid I missed your original query.&quot;<a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/35/o1km.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/8431/o1km.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>. Inquisitor Vanembrel .</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GlassEye, post: 6149352, member: 40413"] The crowd jostles Damaris and Tasanto though they are more cautious about bumping Thuvian, Tyrion, and Cavernous Hode bearing Mister Dickens. Exiting the crowd is easier as well, since it is obvious they are not trying to push ahead of the crowds of people to get food. And despite the dark looks received while pushing up to Molnar and the wagon the group has an easier time than the guards following after: the crowd seems to surge and shift in just such a way that it hinders the guards' progress while giving the group of adventurers just enough space to squeeze through. By the time the group breaks free of the crowd the guard is still some distance behind and unlikely to catch up. Quickly moving through the narrow, winding streets Damaris and her escort soon arrive at the guard post where, according to their information, Molnar's son, Benedek, is being held. The guard scowls and looks uneasily at the men escorting Damaris but with Damaris' request he turns back to the bard. [color=lightsteelblue]"Miss, I can't let you into the cells."[/color] His gaze moves away as if he is considering her other request before he returns his attention to Damaris. [color=lightsteelblue]"The prisoner was caught agitating against the state religion and was in possession of icons of false gods. There's nothing I can do for you..."[/color] [color=yellow]"Perhaps, I can help?"[/color] asks a quiet baritone voice as a door opens and a tall solidly built man enters the room from deeper in the guard post. The man is barely taller than Tyrion, though about six inches shorter than Tasanto when he is in cattaur form. He is solidly built with the full face of a man who has plenty to eat and his clothing is well made. The thick, gold links of chain that hang about his neck further identify him as a man of means. If you were back in Venza you might think this man a member of a noble house or a merchant clan. All question about his status is removed when he introduces himself. [color=yellow]"I am Inquisitor Vanembrel. Now, perhaps you would like to start again."[/color] He makes a small motion with one hand indicating that Damaris should proceed. [color=yellow]"I'm afraid I missed your original query."[/color] [URL=http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/35/o1km.jpg/][IMG]http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/8431/o1km.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [color=yellow]. [b]Inquisitor Vanembrel[/b] .[/color] [/QUOTE]

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