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[of_bokthersa]

It's already dark by the time you arrive. It's not the best of situations, but there were other things you had to look into. Things that hadn't boded well when you'd been there. Lips get loose when with a good drink and good entertainment is around; it's why you have several of this particular persona. It seems there's been a lot more activity in the north than you would have liked to hear. It's easy to surmise what they're doing. Take the north, take the Gold Road and they fill their coffers with untold riches to fund them in the war. No, that didn't bode well at all.

Which was why you were here, to find out just how far north they'd gotten. Asengai was the last stop before you headed for Wolde to meet up with Micum and head back south the Skala to give your report. Just in case you start making a mental note of your surroundings and where you've set up camp for the past few days, committing them to memory before heading off to the large keep. Hopefully, Asengai is fond enough of bards that you'll be able to get enough information to be out of here by morning.

You hadn't counted on Asengai immediately imprisoning you under the charge of your being a spy. He's not wrong, but that doesn't make the situation any more fortuitous. Even so, you have to play your part, so you curse and struggle, fight and protest. The light shifts to complete blackness as they drag you into the dungeon chamber.

"Unhand me, you cretinous brutes!" You make sure to remember the lisp that you'd decided on and continue to protest. "I demand to see your master! How dare you arrest me! Can't an honest bard pass unmolested through this country?"

You throw a less than accurate swing at one of the guards. If you were trying, you probably could have done some damage, but you're not. You're still Rolan, and Rolan isn't a fighter. So you let them beat you, heckling you about what will happen when you finally do meet Asengai. Torture, of course.

They drag you to the wall and manacle your hands and feet, and for the first time, you notice movement across from you. Someone's there. You don't say anything, it's not the right time. Once they finally leave, however, you're free to assess the situation.

"Who's there?" You ask, keeping to the role you're in. The other doesn't answer, and you have to squint in the scant moonlight to see anything. Of course, he'd push himself further into the shadows. Make the job harder for you. From what you can tell by the light of the moon it seems to be a young man, but you can't make out his features. You're about to open your mouth to say something when the door opens again.

Comments

audio: un:iveheardthetinderjoke

[spherenpc]

So you're a thief then?

[Max doesn't sound angry about that, more amused than anything.]

audio: TheOtter

[of_bokthersa]

Are you looking for one?

[He sounds just as amused at Max's assumption.]

[spherenpc]

Occasionally.

Private audio

[of_bokthersa]

Suppose I were a thief, how much would you be offering for my services?

[Look, he's not saying he's a thief, he's just scouting the prices of being one around here.]

Private audio

[spherenpc]

You must think I'm a novice, talking about things like that here if I was in fact interested in hiring a thief which I'm not at all saying I am.

Re: Private audio

[of_bokthersa]

I'm afraid I'm not very well versed in those matters. I prefer gossip, myself.

[And Max just got put on his interesting person list.]

private audio

[spherenpc]

I see. Well, we'll need to see what happens to the gossip mill.

audio un:pnwsalex

[11calls]

So was it someone who got you out?

audio: TheOtter

[of_bokthersa]

I did, in fact.

[There's a short pause before a smile can be heard through his next words.]

You're the one with the penchant for licking, aren't you?

[No judgment, just amusement.]

[11calls]

Uh. Yeah, I suppose I am.

[One can hear the little chuckle in her voice.]

[of_bokthersa]

And did you lick him, in the end?

[He's enjoying this far too much. Especially since it's doing exactly what he wants it to do.]

[11calls]

Well, he is my boyfriend so it's fair to assume there's some licking involved there.

[Yeah. She's just going to lean into this because. Yeah.]

[of_bokthersa]

[He appreciates her leaning into this. It makes his work so much easier.]

I should hope so.

audio - un; Angel

[unknownmoirai]

I don't understand.

[The voice is sweet, feminine and soft.]

What were you trying to do? Why?

[She's reminded of Johnathan but the thought is quickly abandoned.]

un: TheOtter

[of_bokthersa]

At the time? I was trying not to die in a dungeon.

[It's the truth if you look at it from a certain angle.]

[unknownmoirai]

Yes but the reason that you were in the dungeon. I have a feeling that you could have gotten free.

[If he'd wanted too.]

[of_bokthersa]

I can tell you for a fact that I wasn't intending to end up there.

[unknownmoirai]

I see.

[She pauses briefly.]

Is it where you needed to be?

[of_bokthersa]

It seems to be where Illior wanted me to be.

[Or where he thanks Illior for putting him at that time.]

Video: theboneless

[ragnarsson]

Tsk. That's no way to treat visitors. [Beat.] Better to see what they can offer and then see if that warrants roasting them over a spit.

[Was he joking?...debatable. Ivar had a rather terrible sense of humor.]

Re: Video: theboneless

[of_bokthersa]

I'd prefer not to be roasted over a spit, thank you all the same.

[ragnarsson]

That's what Norsemen do with visitors we don't like.

[Hey, they've got no television. Watching someone slowly be roasted alive is a good source of entertainment.]

[of_bokthersa]

And how do Norsemen feel about wondering bards?

[ragnarsson]

A bard I would tolerate. We need songs and stories during the winter. It's very boring when there's nothing else to do.

[Storytellers were highly respected in their culture.]

[of_bokthersa]

Then I will take heart knowing I wouldn't be roasted. I'm rather gamey anyway.