"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?"

"Underdark born and bred," Irzen replied never taking his eyes off of the prisoner.

"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.

"Neven?"

"He's telling the truth." The Thief replied simply.

"Your turn!" Irzen grinned from ear to ear, "Ask away!"

"What's your angle, drow?" Replied the prisoner.

"My angle is a simple one," Irzen responded, "My friend Serna has been accused of aiding and abetting your thieving friends because she merely talked to them while they were making their escape from the city guards. My aim is to help her recover what was stolen and clear her name so she can go free. Nothing more, nothing less. My turn!"

The Dark Elf smiled, "Whose the puppet master pulling your strings? Neither you nor the thieves cooked up this scheme on your own. Who is pulling your strings?"

Looking at the militia guard then at the shield maiden and the rest of the party before answering the drow, "Puppet master? Depends on which one you're asking about. There's one and a few underlings. That means you've got to find them street rats before you get to the big boss."

"Evasive but an honest answer," Irzen replied, "Your turn, what's your question?"

"Evasive? You jest!" Yohan snapped loudly, "How far do you think you and your little band of meddlers is gonna get?"

"Very far," Iren replied calmly, "We're going to find the thieves, recover the relic, return it to its rightful owners and clear my friend's name. My turn! What are the names of the big boss and his underlings?"

"Hmph! Don't know the names! I didn't ask!" Yohan now stood up. What seemed to be a man of average height towered over the party by a foot. "You want names, go find the two street rats. They hang out in a place called the Galley. That's all I know!"