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Mannan kept hands crossed on his chest, looking at Gregor during his outburst, not looking particularily surprised nor amused at the show. After his captive slumped back to the chair, he leaned forward.

"My soldiers are trained to work efficiently and think from time to time. But maybe that's why we have better spy network than we have army." He mused, and then let out a sigh.

"We have found some evidence that Prixima is trying to work on the Dragonstones. Is she trying to make a weapon? Enhance her powers with the stones? We don't know, as far as it goes she is paying lots for simple information about their location or current owners." He went silent for a brief moment.

"As far as reports go, she got fifth Dragonstone since my father's diasterous attack. Do you know anything we can use against her?"

"Yes, let it sink in. Then guess why so many people suddenly have death warrants on them. They all worked for Prixima, all of them brought her a Dragonstone. My family - my father, tried to stop her, but ultimately, he failed. I am Mannan Tunhausen, son of Vagor, current Count of Tunhausen. And you, Gregor von Hexham, you and your friends have brought her another stone, Lapis Lazuli! I should execute you on spot for your naivety and blind loyalty!"

Quote from: Blade Master Model 42 on June 09, 2013, 06:34:11 pm

Man, I bet those jail guards were selected because they're married. Whoever runs this dungeon is devious...

Clearly whoever runs this place has read the Evil Overlord list, or at least has had similar ideas.

Dag is definitely going to tell Gregor that Charlotte tried to cheat on him to get them out. With a married man! Oh the drama.

MWAHAHAHAHA. *cough*

"Nothing. Just grumbling about our current situation.

"I have a wife, you perverted witch." With that, he kicked the grate, making it rattle, and a loud laughter came form the corner where his buddies played the dice. The guard who spoke to Charlotte quickly rejoined the others.

@Charlotte:

Outside the cell, no, but she could catch a glimpse of three, maybe four men silently playing dice near a passageway to somewhere.

@Gregor:

"As long as you cooperate, and as long as you're not spies - they are safe. Why were you trying to cross the border? From what I heard, your fellow countrymen just couldn't let you go." The man pushed his fingers together, forming a triangle on his stomach.

The wagon suddenly jerked and they could feel they started to get on a hillside. Sometimes the dull grinding of dirt under their feet was exchanged for creaking of planks, possibly from a miniature bridge or something.

Then, it became darker and echo began to reverbate in their ears, they must've gotten into some building.

Then it got brighter, and then it got darker again, some voices and commands being spoken. The wagon stopped after a moment and some hands quickly got all the captives off the wagon. They were then pushed into some kind of building, and then downstairs.

Gregor could feel himself being pushed onto a chair in some cold room.

"Take off his blindfold." A soft, male voice spoken and someone untied the blindfold from Gregor's eyes.

Firstly, he didn't had much trouble getting used to the light - there was just a small, lit candle on the middle of the table.
Secondly, he could see that he was in some kind of storeroom rather than a dungeon - there were wine barrels and heaps of grain sacks in places, and the ceiling was low, supported my thin pillars.
Thirdly - there was no one beside him and the man at the other side of the table. Charlotte and others were taken away.

"Welcome to Berebia. I hope your journey was interesting." The man spoke and crossed arms on his chest.

"Let's start with simple questions. Tell me your name and where do you come from."

Meanwhile...

Charlotte, Alexander and their friends were pushed into some room and then their blindfolds were taken off. They were in a cell, with thick walls and dark iron grate for a door.

Gregor wasn't with them. Neither were their weapons.

"Definitely better if you ask me." Dag's voice could be heard from behind Gregor.

"I'm prisoner on my own wagon." Anja finished with a sigh of defeat.