Shaking his head at the alleged daftness of his friend that he's now thrown under the bus, "Here ya go mate." Reijo tries to unlock Jask's manacles with the key he found.
The key fits, and turning it made the shackles binding Jask fall away clattering to the ground. Jask gingerly rubbed at the revealed scabbed and bleeding wounds where the metal had rubbed his skin raw.Tears abruptly came to his eyes and he sank down to his knees.
"Thank you." He whispered.
He raised his hands to the air as if embracing the sun.
"This is the most free I've been in four years. Thank you; thank you..." He said with feeling.
Sir Sosiel, chaplain of the army, came in looking embarassed.
Jask's expression soured.
As it happens, none of you can remember anything before you woke up on this island. The last thing you knew was a vague recollection of meeting at the Captain's table for a dinner and discussion about their imminent arrival at Eledar.
"What I meant was: What crime are you alleged to have committed that warranted you being locked in manacles and kept in a cage belowdecks for weeks on end? Those manacles are pretty high-quality--we might need your jailor's keys to spring you."
Jask frowned and turned his head back towards Shaedeen."Crime? Oh, right, you mean these." He said, shaking his shackles. "Perfectly straightforward. I was an initiate, working as a court clerk in Eleder. I discovered that high Sargavan officials were corrupt. I took my information to the Sargavan Justice. Turned out he was in on it. I escaped, took ship to Corentyn, hid out for ten years. Got snatched by an agent, put in manacles and put aboard ship by that Sargavan officer. Now I'm here." He said, then shrugged.
"How about yourself?" He asked, suddenly grinning at Shaedeen.
He seemed pretty straightforward in telling his brief overview of a tale.
The moody teen glances at the man in shackles appraisingly. "Who are you?" she demands. More to the point, she adds, "And why are you in shackles?"
The man smiled politely at Shaedeen.He is a middle-aged, plain-looking Garundi man with hair starting to gray and watery eyes.
"I'm Jask Derindi. I'm in shackles because that Sargavan officer, what's his name? Anyway, he thought I might object to being hauled back to that cesspit Eleder. And he was right!" He said, seeming strangely upbeat for being shackled and dressed in rags. "Had me in an animal cage in the cargo bay. Hadn't seen the sun since I was captured... Until now."
He turned his face up to the sunlight and onshore breeze, shut his eyes and smiled dreamily.
Int check DC14:
You seem to recall a uniformed man at one of the Captains Table dinners. A heavy drinker. Sir Tybalt Bourchier maybe?
Lord Sosiel nodded to Kelden and walked with him outside the tent.
Listening to Kelden, Sosiel is shocked.
"Tell me good man, what has happened here in the last couple of weeks. Anything special?"
"Oh sir! You missed the great lottory!"If you have not heard the news, The Ruby Prince has opened the sacred Necropolis here in Wati! Exploration companies have been granted permission to explore and return ancient treasures and objects of art and mystic power. That's a sore subject with the priesthood, fair warning there.
"It's been rough on the companions too. Deadly traps, massive curses, horrific undead things..." He shook his head sadly.
"The Sand Worms haven't been back to base here in a week and a half. I don't think they're coming back at all.
"Most all of them have lost members anyway.
"See those three over there?" He pointed over to a table where a trio of battered adventurers nursing some hard liquor.
"They're the most recent bunch to return. They had some success early on, but well you can see that they're the only ones left. I think they started with seven."
He slid a goblet of honey water over to Akil.
"On the house honey." He said with a wink.
Sir Sosiel peered up at the old structure on the bluff.