Sergeant Talos blinked in surprise. Drager was a wealthy merchant in Asylum. His trade was fine silks and rare spices grown and made here only in Asylum. Granted not everyone felt they were getting a good honest deal from Drager, however, his wares were legit.
"Is he telling the truth, Neven?" Irzen asked the Thief.
Neven just stared at the young man with unblinking eyes before he responded, "Yes, he is telling the truth."
The Dark Elf smiled, "Okay, now its your turn. What question would you like to ask me?"
"What kind of goods does my father sell here in Asylum?" The prisoner said smugly knowing full well that the drow couldn't give him the correct answer. "And no asking the militia guard either. You do and you don't get nothing more out of me!"
"I don't know," Irzen replied honestly, "But you seem to miss the point of our little game. The objective is to give an HONEST answer not the CORRECT answer. I honestly do not know what your father sells here in Asylum. And now, it's my turn."
Sergeant Talos looked at the swordsman, "Are you sure you're from the Underdark, and not from the Far Realm?"
"Why did you help those thieves steal the relic from the temple?" The Swordsman asked earnestly.
"You're referring to those two streets rats? Huh, they're just pawns for the greater gain. Just a means of delivery and to take out loose ends." The prisoner craned his neck a bit from being stiff.
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