[sblock="what Kirio knows"]Kirio, you canot recall anything about a man named Kathor.[/sblock]
Kirio holds the thug at dagger point as he slowly takes off his uniform and then unstraps his armor. "Its colder than a kiss from Auril herself out here! Why are you making me do this? I've surrendered ... told you what I know ... let me outta here. I swear I won't say anything. Come on man, this is cold blooded murder!" He starts to unbutton his shirt and you can see his hands shaking with fear. "The Ragesians hired us. They're offering 100 gold a head for spell casters. I don't know why your witch is so special, we were just told she was a priest or something and worth her weight in gold. Come on fellas, you don't need to do this to me." His shirt hits the ground and he starts dropping his pants. You can now hear him begin to sob.
"This is cruel," says Torrent, "I'm not in favour of this Kirio. Plus, we should probably get out of here before the real guards arrive. Yesterday you coulden't find the time to help some citizens, but suddenly we're awash with time to sadistically murder someone?"
Rantle walks over, arms still crossed, and speaks: "This is a touch twisted gentlemen. It's one thing to kill a man in combat, but this is something else all together. Also..." his voice trails off as he sees Lars arrive and he walks over to shake hands with the young rogue.
"Lars my man, there you are. I've been looking for you and Torrent all night. I thought you'd already made it out of the city. Listen, I need you to do me a huge favour. My sister, Katrina, disappeared a little over a week ago, just before news of the approaching Ragesian army arrived. Usually I don't worry about her as she is a pretty competent sorceress ... though she did manage to burn a few of our homes down over the years. Anyways, she's never gone missing and I'm a touch concerned that she might be in trouble. The last I heard of her, she was planning to head to Lyceum to get to safety, and I heard from ... my network ... that this is your likely destination. If you find her," he pauses to take a scroll case out of his pack and place it in Lars' hands, "I need you to give this to her. Its a letter. Look, you won't be able to miss her, she’s about five and a half feet tall, with long red hair, and she looks too good for her own good. Can I trust you with this Lars?"
Hrimr, you hear a muted 'caw' from somewhere above and when you look up, you see a crow about 50 feet above you on the window sill of a sky bridge. It stares at you with black eyes, caws again, and then flies off behind some chimneys and out of sight.