Ruedo goes to the corpse, touching it with magical energy. "Let's see if this one has something to say."
The guard's lips begin moving and then began speaking, "This prison used to be a fortress. The Sergeant is a fat man. Ethan is a pig. And the Warden is the worst thing to happen to this place." Then the corpse went silent.
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She seems excited as she looks from the corpse, to Ethan, and then back at the others. Her voice even takes on an excited tone as she addresses the others, "Oh...oh oh, does this mean that me and Jack can play with pork chop now? We promise not to kill him before you're done with your questions." She can barely hide her excitement at the thought of how much fun they would have playing with pork chop. She nearly bounces on the balls of her feet in anticipation.
"Torture him or kill him, it doesn't matter," Caliban says. "There are more obstacles in our way and, the longer we take, the sooner they find us."
"Caliban is right, we need to be on our way," Ruedo says.
Her face falls slightly, "But...but how will we know where to find things and how to avoid watches and guards if we don't get answers outta him?" She asks as she looks around at the others, unsure of what to do.
"I believe we should look for a cellar," Ruedo says, a cold tone creeping into his voice. "Most likely we will find everything we want there: provisions and perhaps a way out of this fortress without going out the front door. But I think one of our more prestigious keepers will be able to help with that...the sergeant or the warden. This sack of filth is good for nothing."
Ruedo moves into the hallway past the fracas. "Now, we hunt."
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"Grumblejack, feed the poor girl," Caliban says to the ogre. "We need to find better things for you to thump."
Her eyebrows furrow slightly. Eri hated being talked down to or feeling like she was being taken care of by anyone. She always took care of herself and didn't need anyone to feed her. She'd get her own damn food if that's what she wanted. Porkchop probably tasted like $hit anyways she thought to herself as she grimaced. Sneering slightly at the apparition she says, "I'm not a damn pet. I don't need to be fed. Snap his damn neck if ya like Jack, I'll get my own meal." She says before shifting back to her more bestial form.
"No offense, Eri, but I don't know you from anyone else," Caliban says.
"That's about the best apology you'll get out of him," Ruedo remarks.
"He meant well Eri. Not the worst thing in the world to have someone on your side." Ravanalonna says quietly.
She shrugs as her growling voice seems a little sulky, "Well...now you do. Eri take care of Eri...." She says before putting her head to the floor and trying to pick up a scent.
Looking back over her shoulder at Ravanalonna she seems to be appraising the woman as she thinks over what she says. Finally she seems to sigh as she rolls her eyes slightly, "Fine...me...my side, don't know him either. Eri only know Eri." She says in that guttural voice of hers though it sounds a little more contrite and less angry.
Despite the guards struggling, Grumblejack wickedly smiled as he began squeezing.
Grumblejack to his time, enjoying the sight of Ethan's eyes bulging and face turning red. Eventually, the man died.
Looking back over her shoulder at the rest of them she says, "Search him...maybe have keys. Found Sergeant scent."
Ruedo looks over the guard's corpses for anything of use.
Ruedo pockets the keys, then gestures to the belongings. "Anybody want any of this?"
She just shakes her head as she tries to stay focused on the scent.
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"Dibs on his shoes." Cyrus answers.
Ravanalonna shrugs as she steps over the corpse.
Ruedo takes both quivers of arrows and leaves the rest. "Let's go then. Eri, lead the way."
With a brief wave of her hand, every speck of dirt and grime vanishes from Ravanalonna's body, serving to only highlight the tattered state of what little clothing she has left, a scent of warm cinnamon wafting off of her. As she glances down, Tingle skitters up to her, climbing her leg to resume his tattooed form on her calf.
She nods as she follows the scent of one she hopes will prove to be more interesting than pork chop. They needed some real supplies and she was still hungry. She tried not to be too upset by the others treating her like a stupid child. She knew she wasn't particularly smart, but that didn't make her any less did it? Of course if she hadn't been so dimwitted in the first place she might not have ended up here at all. She should have just eaten that man instead of taking a job from him. If she ever saw him again she would surely make him pay for what he did.
She stops and licks at her still seeping wound. She would tear someone apart before the day was over for what they had done to her. The wound would scar, but she didn't care about that. What was one more scar? Her body was already covered in them.
Though the bleeding had stopped her wound still hurt and caused her to slightly favor that side.
Holding the veil up and looking at it, Ravanalonna carefully removes the stitched bag from the cloth.
When Ravan pulled the patch, it turned into a burlap sack with four sets of clothes and various components used in spell casting.
As she's busy trying to stay on the stupid sergeant's trail she keeps getting distracted by the smell coming from the one that claimed to be a pirate. The bucket of urine that had been dumped on him was reeking and making it hard for her to stay on the right smell. Sighing she stops in her tracks and looks back over her shoulder as she turns slightly, "Ravan....make Cyrus bad smell go away? Can't focus on Sergeant stupid face smell." She says in her young growling and somewhat guttural sounding voice as she crinkles her nose. Truthfully there were plenty of awful smells down here to distract her, but having that one so close to her just made it really hard to keep her nose on the right one.
"Shall we change before moving on?" Ruedo asks the group.
Cyrus prepares to change into the peasant garb, stripping his soiled rags and disposing of them. "That would be much appreciated actually." He says.
At the pale ones question she shrugs, it didn't really matter to her what she wore. They always got messy anyways. Without giving it much thought she strips off the rags she was wearing, exposing her scar covered body. Though most of the scars are obscured by her more furry appearance, the newest wound that goes across her shoulder to her torso still appears raw and fresh. As she waits for them to figure out what clothes fit who, she tries to stay focused on the scent she found.
As she waits for them to sort out the clothing stuff she continues to sniff for stupid heads scent.