Whispers

After I explain the situation, Teran looks more confused than anything. "Are you certain?"

I nod. "Of all the bloody rotten luck..." he sighs. "Still, he may know where your freind is after all, especailly if he was tracking him after he escaped, or managed to recapture and later sell him. We may be able to get the information we need from him anyway."

"I don't want to endanger Don. You have plan in mind?" I ask.

"Just leave it to me." he winks.

Maris strides over to us. "I'm a busy man, Teran. State your business or go on your way."

1. "My client has reconsidered. Sorry for the confusion, Vosk."
2. "We're looking for a Laralian knight who passed by here a month ago or so. Rumor has it he was briefly enslaved, then escaped. Know anything about it?"
3. Without warning, Teran decks Maris, then draws his sword and points it at the man's throat. "Cooperate and you may get out of here alive, Vosk."
4. Maris suddenly draws a knife and, before Teran can react, has it at my throat! "Did you really think that I'd be fooled by that pathetic disguise?" he asks menacingly

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