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<blockquote data-quote="Dungannon" data-source="post: 3040903" data-attributes="member: 8169">Dak looks over at Gideon.&nbsp; &quot;My uncle was a small but successful merchant, dealing mainly in antiques.&nbsp; Some of his dealings may have been on the shady side, but he wasn't a thief.&nbsp; He never stole anything in his life.&nbsp; Of course that didn't stop the Council and their mercenaries.&nbsp; They arrested him on a trumped up claim and hanged him in the square with the others.&nbsp; No court, no trial, nothing.&nbsp; He was arrested at night and strung up the next day.&nbsp; The Council then seized his shop and his account at the bank, claiming it as &quot;restitution&quot; for the city.&nbsp; My mother depended on him for everything, she never managed to put together her own account after my father died.&nbsp; She was devastated.&nbsp; I was out of town when it happened, on a trip for my uncle.&nbsp; By the time I got back she had been evicted from her house and was forced onto the street, where she died.&nbsp; The 'official' story is she was killed by a mugger, but I've heard other accounts that say it was a couple of the Council's mercenaries who did it when she refused to bed them.&quot;Dak lets out a short laugh.&nbsp; &quot;Otto is a stooge, just like me.&nbsp; Only difference is, he's motivated purely by greed.&nbsp; I'm not afraid of him.&nbsp; And now you know why I'm loathe to throw my lot in with outsiders in the Council's employ.&quot;Dak stands up at this point, but doesn't leave.&nbsp; &quot;I'll give you a name and a place.&nbsp; What you do with it is up to you.&nbsp; As for me, I'm leaving.&nbsp; If you succeed I may return, but don't expect me to give up my fight against those bastards in the Hall.&nbsp; There's another antique dealer in town, a gnome named Drezel.&nbsp; I would get assignments from him sometimes.&nbsp; And if you're looking for rats, try the sewers.&quot;Dak turns and walks toward the door.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dungannon, post: 3040903, member: 8169"] Dak looks over at Gideon. [color=wheat]"My uncle was a small but successful merchant, dealing mainly in antiques. Some of his dealings may have been on the shady side, but he wasn't a thief. He never stole anything in his life. Of course that didn't stop the Council and their mercenaries. They arrested him on a trumped up claim and hanged him in the square with the others. No court, no trial, nothing. He was arrested at night and strung up the next day. The Council then seized his shop and his account at the bank, claiming it as "restitution" for the city. My mother depended on him for everything, she never managed to put together her own account after my father died. She was devastated. I was out of town when it happened, on a trip for my uncle. By the time I got back she had been evicted from her house and was forced onto the street, where she died. The 'official' story is she was killed by a mugger, but I've heard other accounts that say it was a couple of the Council's mercenaries who did it when she refused to bed them."[/color] Dak lets out a short laugh. [color=wheat]"Otto is a stooge, just like me. Only difference is, he's motivated purely by greed. I'm not afraid of him. And now you know why I'm loathe to throw my lot in with outsiders in the Council's employ."[/color] Dak stands up at this point, but doesn't leave. [color=wheat]"I'll give you a name and a place. What you do with it is up to you. As for me, I'm leaving. If you succeed I may return, but don't expect me to give up my fight against those bastards in the Hall. There's another antique dealer in town, a gnome named Drezel. I would get assignments from him sometimes. And if you're looking for rats, try the sewers."[/color] Dak turns and walks toward the door. [/QUOTE]

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