"Right. All set. Follow me please," Sergeant Talos spoke up once more and gestured for the party to join him. "Strange lot you all are but if it solves the mystery and restores the relic, I know I will rest easier."

"We'll do our best," Irzen reassured Talos.

"Fortunately for you, our best is pretty good!" Serna chirped with a smile.

The sergeant lead the party down the main path and to the left as the cleric instructed. At the entrance, they were greeted by the Knight Commander. A tall human man, medium build in full plate armor, "Halt! What business do you have here?"

"We were sent here by your chief priest, Lazheros, to interrogate the prisoner," Irzen declared, "Please, bid us to enter."

"That's Grand Cleric to you, drow." The Knight Commander glared at the swordsman and motioned his guards to let the party pass. "You may enter to question the accused."

"I stand corrected, human." The Swordsman replied gibly, "Thank you!"

Sergeant Talos told Irzen that the knight commander lost his family to a drow invasion when he was a kid. They enslaved his family and friends and the rest were sacrificed to their spider goddess. "That's why he doesn't like drow in general, no offense."

"None taken," Irzen sadly shook his head, "My people do have a reputation--and its not an entirely good one."

The jail as it were was a simple holding cell with the suspect sitting on a hard stone bench chained by the wrists to the wall behind him. He looked like an acolyte who was in training but was tempted by greed and false promises. The young man had shoulder length dusty blond hair pulled back into a pony tail, brown eyes, wearing blue monks robes. He leaned forward eyeing the party as they entered. "Have you come to bail me out, or to question me like that so called King of the Great Veil?"

"Neither!" Irzen smiled from ear to ear, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dy'var Irzen. That's Willow, the girl is Serna and the lad is Neven. We're here to play a game. The name of the game is called The Truth! Would you like to play a game?"

"Uh-huh," The prisoner said flatly, "I'm not impressed one bit. Try harder!"

Sergeant Talos blinked, "A game? What? We need to get information out of this person about the relic."