McIan
Journeyman
“Well, well, what have we here?” Scar mused, hands on his hips. He had entered the “freezer” of the Fen’s Apothecary & Oddities to find a red-bearded dwarf curled up in a corner of it, teeth chattering and shivering. He grinned. “Don’t see a sight like this every day, now that’s a fact!”
The dwarf’s reddish, frost-encrusted eyebrows, joined in the middle, formed a malice-laced scowl. “Who be you, chess boy?” he retorted, mocking Scar’s choice of all black apparel, save for his cape of white. “Come ta geh me outta this place, mebbe? If no, then ye kin bugger off.”
Scar’s grin only widened. “What a sight! But you are correct. You are coming with me and my friends here,” he turned and waved in two others, Itannar Darkanor and Vospar Nylam. "We are going to escort you to your new home.” He raised a hand, index finger extended, “IF… you comply and tell us what we want to know. Otherwise, we leave your freezing bum here.”
“Ah, whaddya need ta know?”
“Who you are and what you know about some captives of the pirate woman Suka.”
Galbin sighed. “I tol’ tha ape last night, un now Imma tellin’ you… me name’s Duffy. Duffy Baglin! And I dinna know anythin’ bout that woman ‘cept she poked me eye out tryin’ to steal me ship!"
Scar shook his head and sighed, turning as if to leave. “I hope you like the cold for a while… at least until I get word around that you ratted her out to us. Then we may let you go. It might only cost you your other eye.”
“Ye lyin’ lubbers! Canna trus’ any o ye!”
He turned back. “Trust?! Now that’s funny; a lying, thieving, murdering, scoundrel like you talking about trust! Well, trust this… if we leave, we don’t come back… you either freeze to death or we spread it around what a rat you are, or… and even better… we let your host use her talents to turn you into a frog.”
Galbin’s eyes widened with horror. “She wouldna!”
All three of the men nodded nearly simultaneously. Itannar spoke up. “She turned king Blackthorne into one. Why not you?”
“I heard o tha! It was thissun? Thissun?”
Scar nodded. “So what’s it going to be… a living dwarf or a frozen frog?”
The pirate rose slowly to his feet. “Ya geh me outta here, n’ I’ll tell ye what I knows. Deal?”
“Deal,” Scar affirmed.
“Where’s me new home ta be?”
“Yew’s prison. Maximum security,” Itannar answered.
“I heard o’ it. Dinna like it.”
“Staying then? Vospar quipped.
Galbin, alias Duffy, shook his head. Bits of ice fell from it. “Nae. I’ll go and tell ye.”
They bound and gagged the dwarf securely as Vospar cast a gate spell to take him to the prison isle. It was Vospar’s turn to furrow his brow as he surveyed the prisoner’s face.
“Is that frozen pie in his beard?
The dwarf’s reddish, frost-encrusted eyebrows, joined in the middle, formed a malice-laced scowl. “Who be you, chess boy?” he retorted, mocking Scar’s choice of all black apparel, save for his cape of white. “Come ta geh me outta this place, mebbe? If no, then ye kin bugger off.”
Scar’s grin only widened. “What a sight! But you are correct. You are coming with me and my friends here,” he turned and waved in two others, Itannar Darkanor and Vospar Nylam. "We are going to escort you to your new home.” He raised a hand, index finger extended, “IF… you comply and tell us what we want to know. Otherwise, we leave your freezing bum here.”
“Ah, whaddya need ta know?”
“Who you are and what you know about some captives of the pirate woman Suka.”
Galbin sighed. “I tol’ tha ape last night, un now Imma tellin’ you… me name’s Duffy. Duffy Baglin! And I dinna know anythin’ bout that woman ‘cept she poked me eye out tryin’ to steal me ship!"
Scar shook his head and sighed, turning as if to leave. “I hope you like the cold for a while… at least until I get word around that you ratted her out to us. Then we may let you go. It might only cost you your other eye.”
“Ye lyin’ lubbers! Canna trus’ any o ye!”
He turned back. “Trust?! Now that’s funny; a lying, thieving, murdering, scoundrel like you talking about trust! Well, trust this… if we leave, we don’t come back… you either freeze to death or we spread it around what a rat you are, or… and even better… we let your host use her talents to turn you into a frog.”
Galbin’s eyes widened with horror. “She wouldna!”
All three of the men nodded nearly simultaneously. Itannar spoke up. “She turned king Blackthorne into one. Why not you?”
“I heard o tha! It was thissun? Thissun?”
Scar nodded. “So what’s it going to be… a living dwarf or a frozen frog?”
The pirate rose slowly to his feet. “Ya geh me outta here, n’ I’ll tell ye what I knows. Deal?”
“Deal,” Scar affirmed.
“Where’s me new home ta be?”
“Yew’s prison. Maximum security,” Itannar answered.
“I heard o’ it. Dinna like it.”
“Staying then? Vospar quipped.
Galbin, alias Duffy, shook his head. Bits of ice fell from it. “Nae. I’ll go and tell ye.”
They bound and gagged the dwarf securely as Vospar cast a gate spell to take him to the prison isle. It was Vospar’s turn to furrow his brow as he surveyed the prisoner’s face.
“Is that frozen pie in his beard?
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