"I'm done with your stupid game, drow!" Yohan shouted at the swordsman, "I've told you all that I KNOW!"

"One final question before I take my leave of you," Irzen replied calmly, "Why did you do it?"

Yohan walked forward to the limit of the chains that bound him to wall. Staring angrily at the swordsman, "GET LOST!!!"

Sergeant Talos stepped in front of Irzen, "He doesn't know anymore. I've seen what he can do. He's a berserker. We don't want him to enrage. That would be bad, very bad. Lets follow up on the lead."

"I agree," Irzen replied without taking his eyes off of Yohan, "Thank you for your time and for answering each of my questions truthfully. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated."

The Swordsman turned to the others, "Gang, let's go!"

Everyone marched out of the room leaving Yohan to his fate. Irzen turned towards Talos, "Now that we know what we know, can you lead us to The Galley?"

"The Galley is a pub in the poor district." Sergeant Talos rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Best time to go is now. Least likely to get robbed but keep a firm a grip on all of your equipment. The people their are mostly descent folks if you're willing to part with some coin. Follow please."

The sergeant lead the group back down the hill and to the other side of the city. The poor district was as he implied it to be. Small homes and stacked apartment like buildings. Their were some shops with people selling their goods to make ends meet. Dried fruits and meats from one of the stands. Most of the people looked like miners or mill workers. Dusky skin, and rough hands were common place here in the poor district. The Galley was about half way down the street. A rickety sign of a ship was swinging in the wind. A couple of shady individuals sat outside on a large barrel eyeing the party suspiciously. Though as soon as they saw Sergeant Talos, they averted their gaze in another direction.