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"The spymaster has murdered father! I had to interrogate them all. With Bearach missing or dead, and you wrapped up in the church, it falls to me. I am sorry brother, but I will brook now criticism to how I choose to rule. Now, if you can cope with that, you may stay. Otherwise, you may pay your respects to father and then be on your way."

"He was away to Veir last night. He is not here."

Anga is able to retrieve his possessions. Be warned though, your rapier is very distinct and will hurt your disguise roll.

Rodrik's body will be in his room for the family to mourn.

Thaegrin, Drostan is currently on simmer, but it would be a quick switch to boil again. He is surprisingly difficult to read just now. He seems liable to tickle or kill you as soon as look at you. Nothing about the room has chenged save the puddle of blood beneath the hanging alchemist has grown.

The young lord's eyes darken. "He escaped?" he growls in a tone so low it is difficult for the old wizard to hear. "How is that possible? Bearach, Ionan, Jathus, and I could get away with nothing under your tutelage. Lost your touch eh? Wizard..."

He pauses for a long moment and it is clear that he is deciding Thaegrin's fate.

"You may search, but you will do so here."

To his guards, he bellows, "Seal every exit! Get Thaegrin anything he requires from his study and do not break anything! Once done, you are to seal us in this room. If any come out before me, kill them."

Lord Drostan Rudianos shifts his gaze over the Thelkonlanders and back to Thaegrin. He raises a questioning eyebrow.

Two of the guard toss their spears to the Thelkonese brothers at a gesture from Lord Drostan.

"Just go. And do not kill him!"

"Go! You and Ezkal bring them back!"

Drostan leers, a disturbing smile crawling on his lips. "Oh, he won't answer you. He is quite spent."

Everyone has move actions, Thaegrin and Tholan have full actions.

"The short bloody kind."

You guys are first up. Also Thaegrin, yes to the 400ft question, but there are many walls and stuff between if that matters. Good luck!

"You all would say anything to save your necks! No. We will string you up like that old Alchemist and have the truth."

Ser Drostan raises his sword to point at the group.

"Or do you wish combat to decide your fate?"

"Guards!"

Eight finely trained, slave soldiers rush into the room. Their gleaming spears and polished helms stand in sharp contract to the weaponless four before the new lord.

"More talk of war!? Perhaps we will have one after all."

Drostan fully draws his sword now. He stands fuming, waiting for the next words.

The slaves meanwhile, stoic though they are, seem ill-at-ease in the face of fighting the group.

Ser Drostan starts forward, his long sword half way out of the scabbard.

"So. You like war!? You dare speak so to the Lord of Rudianos!?"

While the wrath is genuine, it is tinged with doubt. Ezkal is a big, scary man after all.

The is a system at work here. Ser Drostan seems liable to interrogate every inhabitant of the castle if needs be...

"No one is a traitor until they are, Spymaster."

He suspects all, but especially The Thelkonlanders.

"You were not called, Alchemist, because of your affinity for plants and your silver tongue." The vehemence is born of grief for sure, but there is some repressed anger coming forth that Thaegrin could not have guessed at...

As the High Priest, Eonan would never have time to run an estate like this. Drostan is clearly the heir in this case.

Morning dawns in the great hall as Thaegrin, Anga, Tholan, and Ezkal are ushered in still in their bed clothes. The guards push roughly with shields and spear butts.

"My father is dead. Poisoned this very night. He," Ser Drostan points to the form of the old alchemist hanging by his feet above the dias. Most of the skin around his legs have been removed and both his eyes plucked out. The man could be dead, perhaps merely passed out... "has been proven innocent through torture. It is time to see how loyal you are."

There is a dangerous glint in the young knight's eye.

What do?