Chapter 2: Fell Tunnels

"I say we leave him tied up outside with some of this meat," Edgar replies. "Let him taste his own medicine."

Makasi keeps up her mom-chastising-a-toddler tone. "Thought you were so clever, huh? Did you think no one would try to put an end to your scheme? So where are the ankheg now? And what's down that hall you were trying to run down?"

Hrafe collected the dead, once more consecrating them, performing last rites - a process that looked similar to looting the corpses. He worked quickly anointing each face with holy water, saying a prayer to Grandmother Death. Rifling through pockets, collecting coin purses, and taking rings, weapons, and jewelry. Such people deserved no comforts in the Afterlife.

As he came upon the interrogation he caught Edgar's suggestion and shook his head with a dark sounding cackle. "We aren't those kind of people, but it would be funny."

Hrafe lended himself to Makasi's interrogation by kneeling and moving his face centimeters from the captive elf. Glowering with hate at the brigand, eyes locked to his.

"I did ask. Now you tell."

Ylliane sighs. "I do not think he knows more. Tie him and leave him until we're done here. I doubt anyone cares enough about this area of country to actually haul him all the way to a court. At least this way he won't be in our way and will have time to think about where his poor life choices have led."

Makasi nods. "One last question, young man, and you think before you answer. Tell us everything you can about this 'boss' of yours."

"Funny. It sounds like my dark reflection." Hrafe patted the elf on the head like one may a pet. "Confession is liberating, no? I was once worse than you have ever been. But, even I was made to see the Terrible Truth of The Light. It is not too late for you."

Hrafe can see in the elf's eyes that a seed has been planted, but it is too soon for it to grow. He doesn't seem to want to change now, but Hrafe gets the sense there is hope.

Just to move things along:

The elf goes quiet, refusing to say anything else. You tie him up and gag him while you continue to explore.

"This is hardly what we set out to do, but I suppose his boss needs to be stopped," Makasi sighs. "Let's search this area for anything useful, then head on."

"He did say the guy in charge was down the hallway," Edgar says. "Chances are he's heard something going on, so might be ready for us or prepared a trap. Let's move with caution."

"I am ready. Try to fight in a straight line." This last bit is delivered completely dry.