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!"
"Your wish is my command," Irzen answered undaunted.
Sergeant Talos blinked, "A game? What? We need to get information out of this person about the relic."
"Patience, grasshopper, patience," Irzen replied in a calm soothing voice, "There is method to my madness."
"Fine." Sergeant Talos crossed his arms in a huff.
The Swordsman turned back to the prisoner, "As I said before, the name of the game is called The Truth! For ten minutes, you and I are going to be completely honest with each other. I will ask you a question. Then you will give me an honest answer. Afterwards, you can ask me a question and then I will give you an honest answer. If you refuse to answer my question or lie to me, then Neven is going to introduce you to The Void for a duration of no longer than one minute. So are you ready to play my game?"
Rolling his eyes in disgust, the prisoner relented, "I'll play your game but you're not gonna like my responses, dark elf."
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