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Galen only shrugs when Nic tries to pass him the credit. "What we are calling Don is a shape-shifter, he may only be taking the form of your friend, for some nefarious purpose. Your real friend for many years may still be around somewhere while this impostor plays his game, for whatever reason. I say we et to the bottom of why. Now."
Perhaps we should search the house?
Alex glances at the ledger as it is handed to Delilah.
"Should someone question fake Don? Make 'em talk." He glances around the room, then continues. "Others could search th' house. Perhaps, the cellar first."
Alex realizes quickly that about 3 weeks ago the handwriting subtly changes. Delilah also frowns
Wait a minute, these numbers are wrong...I know we took in more than this...Don was skimming? But why?
"Because Don was not Don?" - Reknar shrugs, looking at Galen and the others - "Right?"
Then where is Don? And why would they try to kill me, obviously I had not even noticed...this makes no sense
"Well let's ask 'em." I kicks fake Don with his steel toed boot. "Where'd you hide 'em."
What kind of prep do you take before you rouse him?
"Can the thingy make himself smaller too? he stares at Galen the party expert on shape-shifter. "If so, lets make sure to have extra rope 'round him."
Yes, you do have o be very careful with Shapeshifters...
Don eventually comes to, and he stares
So it is to be torture is it? Well let's get started
"I won't mind slapping you around bastard" - Reknar steps forward with a gleam in his eyes - "But torture you idiot - what the hell do you know about torture fool? Just start talking about why this double cross, and be done with it"
Don shudders a bit. There are far scarier people than you...but what are you offering me to talk? Make it worth my while and I wont put you through the trouble of dirtying your pretty little nails.
The dwarf nods as he takes in the response, then he slowly lights his stubby cigar getting the coal nice and red. He kneels down and lets out a billowing cloud of smoke and take the cigar out his mouth holding it in front of mouth. he gives a long slow blow to really get it glowing. "Know what the best part 'bout being a cleric is?" He lets the question hang in the air. "I can burn yer flesh wit the coal...then heal you right up t'do it all again." His voice cool and calm.
He cracks a chuckles and belly laughs. "Sorry...kid, can't quite hold a straight face. My goddess is a guud one...can't torture," He tells Reknar. "but I can kicks 'im a few times."
Reknar frowns hard at Nic's antics, but he can't hold it and chuckles also, shaking his head - "Damn Nic, you ruined it" - then turns on Don again - "Offer you?! You gotta be out of your mind - how about MAYBE not being hanged when we hand you over to the law, and tell them you are a shapeshifting... Thing?"
Reknar's chuckle prompts the dwarf to laugh harder.
He eventually recomposes himself, "Jus' spill it. It could weigh in on your sentence. I mean if the real Don is alive that's bound to be guud fer you."
Please. As if I can't talk my way out of anything with the "authorities". As I said, I have no desire to be tortured, but I also not stupid, This one just let me know that you wont kill me...his goddess wouldn't be happy. Pain I can take, and I am sure I would talk eventually. So let's make it easy. Ill talk you let me go. Let me go free, and I will tell you everything I know.
The dwarf may not be willing to burn you, but I certainly would. Alex says slyly.
Oooh, that sounds good! She says to the candyman.
You all are really bad at this.
[sense motive=10]. He will definitely talk. However, he thinks torture will hurt you in ways that will be scarring. That would make him happy. He is scared of the torture, so it probably won’t take much. You also think he is honest about talking for freedom[/spoiler]
Reknar stands there fuming for a second - "Ok then, I can dance to that tune, believe me. I've done and seen much worse" - he growls, then begins rolling up his sleeves - "Whomever has got a sensitive stomach, best leave - I'm not gonna stand here as he makes fun of us, so he's gonna take a few to the gut"
Curiously enough, on the inside of his left forearm you can see an half ruined tattoo of a rose on a bloody street.
Just roll damage Reknar. Flavor it however you like
Nic puffs a few rings of smoke. He simply shrugs as Reknar stands and makes his threat. The forearm tat catches his attention but he doesn't say anything.
Shrugging as no one seems really impressed, Reknar lands a one-two combination on the would be Don, followed by a kick to the groin - "Are you ready to start talking, or do we need to get ugly?" - he grunts - "Long ago I stayed in a place they called this 'courtyard fun', so we are just beginning... Where is Don?!"
The Changeling doubles over, but comes up laughing and spitting blood.
Don? Not here I guess. The good thing about not being human is I can choose note to have genitals, so kick away
Careful you don't hurt your hand. As I said, just release me and you have my word I will tell you all I know.
"So, you are going to take us to him, and once we confirm he is fine, you may get the chance we let you go? Is that it?" - the half-orc snorts - "That's the deal you'll get"
I’ll tell you whatever you want, with your word you release me...well not your word one of the holy types.
I trust him Alex says.
"Don't trust 'im but he seems to be legit."
Bad lie you make candy not pie
"Whatever" - Reknar shrugs - "Seems you've got a deal" - Reknar pats him down, removing all valuables and weapons - "Now start talking"
Well I was born in a small town called Feriendor, a long way from here. I had many siblings and a loving set of parents. When I was a child I dreamed of a life of luxury. Sadly that never happenend, and I grew up content but always wanting more...let's see what else? I like Strawberries but I hate raspberries...
he continues for a while
Shall I keep talking or did you want to know something in particular?
When fake Don gets to raspberries, he reaches down and slaps him across the back of his head. "Focus...here and now...start wit yer real name and what did you do wit the real Don."
You couldn’t pronounce it, but you can call me Fritz. I did nothing with the real Don. I was told to watch him, learn him then replace him. I never touched him and have no clue where he might be or if he lives.
poke
"If you don't have the real Don, then who has 'em? Who told you to watch 'em?"
The hooded fella that paid me. Never heard their voice as it was all written down. Tall though, human, elf, I would guess. I was to cook the books, then if there was a chance of a big score I was to exit and report to the agreed on location
Reknar shakes his head, clearly unhappy with the trickle of information, but says nothing.
Money. The location is about 10 miles north of town. Same direction you were supposed to be heading.
Nic asks his potential employer, "You 'ave enemies? Business or personal th't 'ave it in fer you or who would benefit if you weren't in business?"
I don’t know...my family has owned this for a long time Delilah says we fell on hard time when my father ran the company but I have turned it around, paid off creditors, now we are expanding out to farther flung trade, which is why I hired you...