"Fine, my name is Nira. But it is irrelevant because, as I said, we didn't use names. I don't know who any of them are. The bald man is just that: bald. I suppose he was quite tanned and muscular and I think his eyes were blue or grey. He hired me from the refugee camps. He paid me half up front, half upon job completion and told me to meet a longship with two half-orcs and a third person at the docks. Sure enough they met me on a pier with a ship full of corpses. Elven ones. Creeped me out. The third one, was there as well but all I recall was his goofy outfit and ribbon-covered staff. We spent the night on a ferry and then rowed out this afternoon. Honestly, nobody spoke and certainly not to me. They're reasons for this must now be plainly obvious to you. I dont know any more, is that clear enough for you? If you wanted more information, you should have captured someone else. So you can keep asking me the same questions or you can hand me over to the guard. I know nothing else."
Torrent shakes her head. "That definitely sounds like Lee," she says, "but I just can't believe my mentor would be involved in this. He has been Seaquen's harbour master and a trusted member of the Council for years and years!"
Torrent shakes her head. "That definitely sounds like Lee," she says, "but I just can't believe my mentor would be involved in this. He has been Seaquen's harbour master and a trusted member of the Council for years and years!"
Lars ends still enjoys taking the masterwork Thieve's tools. 
