LMoT - Nightal 26, 1491

Gu'lorg walks up to the barmaid and says, my apologies for the hostilities, madame. My name is Gu'lorg, mage of Bargrivyek. We are here on an important mission, and we would like to ask you some questions about these redbrands that were here.

  Leylin gathers all redbrand's equpment and money in one pile and Amaris' stuff - in another. Captive redbrand is stripped to his underwear.

You, pathetic one, tell me where we can find Glastaff! I say, holding my great ax to his throat. And answer quickly, Torm doesn’t like the slow or the liars.

We are sorry for the mess her, miss. Gu'lorg hands her 1 gold piece. I hope this covers the cost of our mess here.

Gu'lorg is confused by the humor in flatulence. It must be a human thing.

He looks and points to the other patron, waving his hands, but no one else can hear what he says.

Gu'lorg attempts to intuit the patron's feeling/involvement with the redbrands.

— Oh for the love of..., Leylin pushes aasimar aside and get into the face of redbrand. Had a good laugh there, buddy? Enjoyed it? Good. Now look around you and pay close attention to your "friends" on the floor. Right now in your best interest is to tell us what we want to know and this maybe. Just maybe. Will lessen our desire to send you to accompany those "friends". And even if you try to hide anything...

  Leylin scowls and the appearance of the smell and with a quick gesture removes soiled patch on thugs underpants.

— Everuthing you know or heard about Redbrands. Your leader, plans, etc. The more usefull information is - the less is chance of you dying here. And yes, we know about Glasstaff and that your base is under manor's ruins. But you can add details. The more - the better., Leylin smiles at thug. Better - for you.

Like why they're so interested in this secret entrance out in the woods. He starts picking through splinters of wood on the floor.

— How many of you are there in the base? Traps? How can we enter without alerting anyone? So far, you only prolonged your life. A little...

— Prisoners? Who? And where are they holded?, Leylin squints his eyes. Also, describe that "eye monster" for me. How many legs, arms, tails, etc. I presume that he has a single eye?