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<blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 4049773" data-attributes="member: 11760">&quot;I've as much a right to be here as anyone,&quot; Rogren answers, hoarse and wheezy from the activity. &quot;This is my ancestral home. Can you think of a reason I shouldn't be here?&quot;&quot;Besides the fact that everyone in town was happier thinking that you had died?&quot; Heath shakes his head. &quot;You know what people call your place now? Kobold House. After everything that's happened with this family, bringing one of them with you was the worst thing you could have done.&quot;&quot;Pardon me, but just what has happened with this family that the town hasn't had over a decade to recover from?&quot; Rogren asks, confused. &quot;For that matter, can you explain to me where my family actually is? I haven't seen hide nor hair of anyone but my companion.&quot;&quot;You really did just up and cut yourself off from everyone didn't you?&quot; Heath says, a look of awareness spreading across his face. &quot;Your brother Ronco and Priscilla took over after you abandoned your sons. They were good people. We liked them, despite everything.&quot;They died. Murdered, actually, almost a year ago now, and they died in a bad way.&quot;Rogren is still and silent for a long while. When he tries to speak, he can't, and violently struggles to suppress a coughing fit.&quot;Who?&quot; he spits out finally.&quot;Damned if I know,&quot; Heath says. &quot;Bridger tore this town top to bottom, and half of the town helped, but we still found nothing. No one knows to this day.&quot;&quot;Were my sons considered?&quot; Rogren asks quietly.&quot;Why? Do you know something?&quot;&quot;No, but I know those boys, and I know this town. I wouldn't put it past certain parties to put them up for the crime. This family never misses a chance to take blame, whether guilty involved or not.&quot;&quot;We'd be less likely to place blame if y'all weren't so inclined to earn it,&quot; Heath said. &quot;No, Renraw was in Tarsis for school. Roebello's possible, but I don't think the boy has it in him and no one could find him to question him. You'd be proud, Rogren. They're sons of bitches, and they picked up right where you left off.&quot;&quot;Renraw's in school,&quot; Rogren repeats quietly, astonished. &quot;What's being done now?&quot;&quot;Trails go cold after a year. Of course, now that Roebello is serving time at the farm, he'll be easy to interrogate. But he's just a thief, and not a good one at that. Let's talk about Renraw some.&quot;&quot;If he's in Tarsis, he's not a suspect,&quot; Rogren snarls. &quot;You said it yourself.&quot;&quot;He ain't in Tarsis. Your brother used apple money to send Renraw to school, so the baron forced him back here to pay it off in your old job. Truth be told, I don't blame Ronco for it and thought the baron gave the kid a harsh deal.&quot;Renraw festered here, in this House. He was a right son of a bitch, and then he went all the way past that and sold out the town to Green Mountain in secret meetings with the kobolds. It turns out the dragonkin plan on invading Maidensbridge and your son was right in the thick of it. We found out. He ran.&quot;And he took my son with him.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Whizbang Dustyboots, post: 4049773, member: 11760"] "I've as much a right to be here as anyone," Rogren answers, hoarse and wheezy from the activity. "This is my ancestral home. Can you think of a reason I shouldn't be here?" "Besides the fact that everyone in town was happier thinking that you had died?" Heath shakes his head. "You know what people call your place now? Kobold House. After everything that's happened with this family, bringing one of them with you was the worst thing you could have done." "Pardon me, but just what has happened with this family that the town hasn't had over a decade to recover from?" Rogren asks, confused. "For that matter, can you explain to me where my family actually is? I haven't seen hide nor hair of anyone but my companion." "You really did just up and cut yourself off from everyone didn't you?" Heath says, a look of awareness spreading across his face. "Your brother Ronco and Priscilla took over after you abandoned your sons. They were good people. We liked them, despite everything. "They died. Murdered, actually, almost a year ago now, and they died in a bad way." Rogren is still and silent for a long while. When he tries to speak, he can't, and violently struggles to suppress a coughing fit. "Who?" he spits out finally. "Damned if I know," Heath says. "Bridger tore this town top to bottom, and half of the town helped, but we still found nothing. No one knows to this day." "Were my sons considered?" Rogren asks quietly. "Why? Do you know something?" "No, but I know those boys, and I know this town. I wouldn't put it past certain parties to put them up for the crime. This family never misses a chance to take blame, whether guilty involved or not." "We'd be less likely to place blame if y'all weren't so inclined to earn it," Heath said. "No, Renraw was in Tarsis for school. Roebello's possible, but I don't think the boy has it in him and no one could find him to question him. You'd be proud, Rogren. They're sons of bitches, and they picked up right where you left off." "Renraw's in school," Rogren repeats quietly, astonished. "What's being done now?" "Trails go cold after a year. Of course, now that Roebello is serving time at the farm, he'll be easy to interrogate. But he's just a thief, and not a good one at that. Let's talk about Renraw some." "If he's in Tarsis, he's not a suspect," Rogren snarls. "You said it yourself." "He ain't in Tarsis. Your brother used apple money to send Renraw to school, so the baron forced him back here to pay it off in your old job. Truth be told, I don't blame Ronco for it and thought the baron gave the kid a harsh deal. "Renraw festered here, in this House. He was a right son of a bitch, and then he went all the way past that and sold out the town to Green Mountain in secret meetings with the kobolds. It turns out the dragonkin plan on invading Maidensbridge and your son was right in the thick of it. We found out. He ran. "And he took my son with him." [/QUOTE]

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