1.3 Sanctuary - the Dungeon Town

"Lets see if you're the only smart one. Tell us what we want to know now or die horrifically in comparison to the others." Xanxus orders the soon to be soulless combatant.

Domitus gave Xanxus a wry look, "Don't you think it'd be better to ask him what we want to know before demanding an answer?" He crouched and absentmindedly scratched the skeletal minion's head. "We're here looking for a box. One we were talking about in earshot of barkeep Morthil just before he sent you away. Where were you going, and what do you know about this box?"

"Morthil?" asks Auskan. He looks around at the others in search of recognition of the name. "Do any of you know this name?"

"What's he look like and where does he frequent. If you wanted out you should have fallen under out banner. Everyone else gets trampled under boot."

Nodding at Auskan, Domitius answered, "He was the barkeep back there - the one selling the mystery mushroom soup." Turning back to the man, he asked, "And where did you think to search for this box before we did?"

Haguk stands motionless in the background, watching the rest question the captive, giving off angry stares. He's still holding his sword ready in case of any other danger. He's watching heavily coming down from the combat high.

"The bartender...", Auskan asks letting the though the trail off. "I think I'd like to go and search for that conspiratorial cook. Anyone else? Shall we bring our prisoner with?"

"More soup! Yay! I'll go."

"He sent them ahead and we followed... either they were to slow us down or to give him a head start we need to find out where he's headed now and get ahead of him... maiming him will be a bonus though..."

"Any ideas then? We have no idea where he-," Auskan abruptyly ends his phrase and looks over at the captive. "Where would might he be going?"

"I think Tord and Morthil both smell like rotting zombie yak testicles. Why don't you tell me where they are so I can tell them that myself," shoots back Auskan before spitting on the prisoner in kind.

"Tower just outside of town... you've outgrown your usefulness alleyrat... Eat his soul, make him a minion, sell his organs... I'm done with him." Xanxus comments kicking over the bodies to look for anything of use, if not he'll be on his way to the tower.

"My experience, even the scary ones bleed," Haguk says, turning towards the direction of the tower (or his best approximation). "Don't care what you do with the prisoner." he tells the rest, not wanting to kill an unarmed foe himself.

"I thought we were getting more soup?!"

"Barkeep could give you all the soup you want in return for keeping his life maybe... if he survives." Xanxus offers darkly.

Domitius placed his hand on the man's forehead. A shimmer of energy passed from the captive and up the necromancer's arm before the man fell limp. Rising, Domitius turned to the others, "The bar is a short distance behind us. Let us see if Morthil is there, and if not, let's seek out this Tord in the yonder tower."

He opened up his bag for the minion to crawl inside, where it collapsed with a quiet rattle.