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Magical coercion has not been tried at this time. Most other bandits we have encountered either died in combat or were more compliant under questioning. These are the first to claim to have valuable or important information regarding the safety of Olegton.

Shalmarea leans forward, patting the dwarf on the shoulder. She whispers to him, You only just arrived good dwarf, I have been working with Laindir's network for weeks now, and have spent the past few days working with the prisoners, gaining some measure of influence over them. You could not have known any of this until now, indeed most none of the council had been informed.

Listening in at the chamber doors, Shalmarea comes in at that moment to answer Orin's question. That method of investigation was tried, as were other more physical attempts at persuasion. We discovered that the Stag Lord operates using a sort of detached commands approach. Each group of bandits operates independently, the commanders meeting at the Stag Lord's "palace" every other fortnight to deliver their goods and receive new orders. Kressle and the Stag Lord himself operate here in the Greenbelt, another called Mellion rides the Nomen Heights, while Lubon roams the Slough. Each group has a passphrase to identify themselves to all other bandits associated with the Stag Lord. Only the leader of each group and their lieutenants know the location of the Stag Lord's base, or that of any other commander.

Shalmarea walks in, bowing before the council and standing near to a seat along the front. My apologies, I did not intend to disturb but this matter is urgent. I gave both prisoners my word they would receive a fair hearing. Owlin Creed is a former merchant and child killer. He demands a pardon and safe passage to Mivon. Jeb Megesen is wanted for banditry and brigandry. He admits he guilt, and wants to serve his sentence out under hard labor. More importantly for him he wants mercy for his brother Alyes, whom he says fell under the powers of a witch, and did not know she was a follower of the mother of monsters. The boy serves as cook and servant to the Stag Lord in his castle to the south.

Agreed then, Shal says, looping her arm around Irakli's and together heading over to the pair, nodding to the little kobold as they pass by.

Hello 'Erbert. How are you today? Who do we have here now? A good day to you, miss...?

No, not at all. Should we rescue her from Herbert?

Looking over his shoulder at Shal Would you like to join me?

Of course, where do you wish to start? As the pair exit the small office that once served as the chambers of Oleg and Svetlana then out of the Council Hall, they see a half-elven woman talking with one of the guardsmen, Herbert if remembered correctly.

The elven woman seems a little uncomfortable alone with her elven companion, constantly shifting and glancing about. Yes thank you. Nallie is quite skilled at the healing arts. And the scratches were not really so bad. It seems I have an allergy to the fangberry oils, which caused most of my discomfort. I guess that is what comes from spending more time in human lands and cities, less so out in the wilds. Looking around further, noting Maros making a far sweep of the horse ring, torch held high, So, have you noticed anything unusual tonight?

Looks at Shal with kind eyes.

Yes Echo wants me on first watch tonight and I was wondering if you would like to run watch with me,if you feel up to. If not that is OK you have some bad wounds it seems.

These are but scratches. I will be ready for the watch. Along with the guards, we should be able to keep an eye on things. I will seek you out when the meal is done and camp settles out for the night.

Naleska mutters Your loss pretty one. Shal is all yours when she's ready as she helps Shalmarea pull her blouse back over her head, gently laying the fabric over her back. Blood stains the garment in several small cuts and tears.

Looking over her shoulder, wincing slightly, Shal comments to Irakli, You may speak freely sir, Nallie and I have no secrets. We have known each other too long to start now. What is it you need of me? The woman continues gathering her gear, strapping on a quiver and long knife as Naleski washes off her hands and begins putting several small vials and instruments into her satchel.