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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 7271721" data-attributes="member: 20323"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/DJNaooV.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Though beaten, disheveled, and sleepless, the long black-haired Spaniard maintains an unlikely air of dignity within the second-floor confines of the octagonal prison. His eyes narrow at mention of his name, leaning forward in the dim light of the cell he shares with his nine fellow Spanish navymen. He whispers for the others to be quiet as he listens keenly to Blaise’s tale of Sophie Trémiere – who Blaise carefully avoids mentioning by name – and the offer on the table.”You are Frenchmen?” He inquires hesitantly of Blaise and Etienne in the stolen priestly vestments. ”Your countrymen have been allies to the House of Bourbon. You know as well as I that the English cannot be trusted in Nassau anymore than they could in the past,” he whispers through the bars in a thick Spanish accent elongating his S’s. “Normally I’d condemn a man feigning priesthood, but there are far greater sacrileges at work…” A stray sound from downstairs, perhaps a seagull pecking at a window, causes Nicolás de Atrejo to fall silent before continuing. ”Read Wallace,” the Spaniard sneers, ”is the sort of man that could only flourish in times like these. He attacked our vessel, Nuestra Señora de la Concepción, and upon taking it brought every man to the deck where he insisted we were hiding a map to La Gloriosa del Mar. A myth! Though we surrendered ourselves to the mercy of that privateer, he insisted that one of our slaves with a tattoo bearing resemblance to a map have the skin from his back flayed off. Right there before our eyes. We could not abide such barbarism, and so the captain rallied the men to fight back. Wallace killed him and all who ‘broke terms.’” Shaking his tangled long black hair, Nicolás speaks woefully, ”He may wear a civil mask and powdered face, but do not trust Wallace. He is a diablo del mar (devil of the sea).”Pausing, Nicolás deliberates on his present circumstances, interlacing his fingers as his arms rest heavily on his knees, ”Blackbeard erroneously believes we have information on La Gloriosa. Would that damned ship never escaped Cartagena, for all the trouble it has caused me and my men!”Interjecting hesitantly in broken English, one of the Spanish navy men speaks in a raspy voice, ”Perdóname teniente (excuse me lieutenant), but you said a beautiful woman…? An intelligent woman? Headstrong and eloquent? Charming like…the moon over the sea? Was it such a woman as this?” Even as he  inquires, the other men seem to have gone pale as  ghosts, whispering among one another about La Mosca Española (The Spanish Fly).[GM]No need for any checks yet – you made a convincing argument, they're in a tight spot, and your PCs' nationalities work in your favor for initial reaction.  Though if you do want to make an Insight check about what Nicolás is sharing, just let me know what you're trying to discern, and we  can  play it  from  there.[/GM]</blockquote>

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