NRPG:

Carina, you may have realised this interrogation is taking place inside 
Norwall in a carpet seller's shop so S'ron wouldn't have to stop her leaving 
the warren on her way to being involved.

Also, I am writing this according to the latest timeline, not the original 
post time making it day 11, not 10.

[Late Evening: Day 11]

<snip>
"Ah-ah-ah! I wouldn't try anything fishy either, you stinky old man." 
Kaymann pushed the blade firmly against the chubby old man's grimy throat. 
"If my friend and I here kill you, they'd call us heroes, so it's no skin 
off my nose if you really want to piss me off."
Mentorn stepped out in front of the old man and leaned in close to his face. 
"Now, we've got some questions to ask you my friend. Care to be 
cooperative?"
</snip>

"Why my good fellows," Marssell began trying to regain his composure, "if 
you wanted to speak with me, you had but to ask!" He smiled, trying to look 
unphased. "What can I do for you Kaymann, Mentorn?"

Mentorn had *known* this guy would know who he was when they met... he just 
*knew* it.

"I don't remember making your acquaintance old man."

"No... you never actually met me... but the Sceptre of Alleshia was well met 
by me."

Mentorn's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Ah... that little trinket. I trust it was worth the price?"

"Oh yes my boy... and three times more besides!" he chuckled.

"I hate to break up a reunion," Kaymann broke in, "but since I'm holding the 
knife I think I'd like to talk about something else."

"Of course my boy, of course. You want to talk about the treasure."

Mentorn's eyes gleamed slightly and Marssell knew that he was determined to 
go after whatever it might be. It had come as sad news to him that Mentorn 
had 'retired'... it gladdened his heart to see him back!

"Mentorn here has been doing some research I see... but perhaps along the 
wrong lines. You have been looking into the DeathWalker Cult?" The man 
smiled at Mentorn's wonder. "You really should have been looking for clues 
much closer to home."

Mentorn became aware of something other than the sickly drone of Marssell's 
crowing though Kaymann was taking in a number of details about the knife he 
had...

<TAG: Wil!!>

... just as Marssell was coming to an end, Mentorn - to the wonder of the 
other two men - punched a hanging rug with some force. To their greater 
surprise, the rug cried out in pain!

Mentorn rushed round the rug only to see the sprawling figure of Cat lying 
on the floor and holding her face.

"What the hell did you do *that* for!?" she yelled.

He picking her up with a hundred - "No my sweet, a thousand!!" - apologies 
as Kaymann came around at the sound of her voice. When they got back to the 
other side of the rug, Marssell was gone.

"Damn it!" Kaymann swore loudly.

"But we have what we really wanted... information about the treasure."

"And I have what *I* wanted... not let you two go off alone again!!" Cat 
affirmed with triumph.

<TAG Guys... What gives with the treasure? Just don't let them leave till 
after day 12!!>

[Day 12: Midday]

Kaymann, Cat and Mentorn met for lunch in the dining hall. Securing some 
food and a secluded table, they began to talk about the previous evening's 
events.

"What we need," Mentorn began, "is to find out more about K'Tarr... the 
knife is connected to him somehow. The markings bear a striking resemblance 
to his own. Any ideas?

<TAG again guys!!>

NRPG:

This is short (but sweet!!) as it is late and I'm tired and my daughter will 
wake up any moment... ;-) Hope this gets us moving again Carina!

Respectfully Submitted,

Peter Shillan,
aka

Mentorn and Brazen, Woman Beaters of Norwall Warren.
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