Essek let him stew in the room. He made no rush to join this stranger in here, hoping that the pressure of silence and waiting would rattle mistakes loose. It worked surprisingly well on most prisoners.
Who was he? In all the places of Wildemount, why was he here? This outpost was forgotten in the winter wastes, as it should have been, and to have someone here, bloodied, asking for help…
It felt wrong. It felt all wrong.
Essek left him in there for an hour before he swept into the room, his face controlled, even, the mask of the Shadowhand. He took a seat, not bothering to hide the black marble in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. Dark eyes followed this stranger, watching every move, every piece of him that was out of place and curious.
“What is your name? And the names of your companions? How did you come to be here?”
This technique, of separating them, of letting the leader stew on his own for an unforeseen amount of time, while it might have worked on others, all it did for Lucien was tell him what kind of a man this Shadowhand was. There was a constant line of open communication between himself and his Tombtakers, Lucien was already listening to their conversations, watching through Cree's eyes as the guards spoke to them. He was confidently one step ahead.
Whereas it might have felt wrong, having strangers stumble upon Essek's hideout, he should be aware of the excavations that were often afoot in other various parts of the mountains and wastes, Lucien was confident that his story would make perfect sense when asked. There was no sweat, no worry, just a cunning plan to stock up on supplies and warm bodies with a multitude of skills and magic. The potential was endless.
Now then, that little black marble has the Tiefling curious, he likes rare trinkets and this one must be some kind of special if the Drow was fiddling with it, he didn't seem the type to play with toys after all.
"Ah, thank you kindly for taking us in. My name is Lucien and ya might have just saved me and my family, we're in your debt." Looking relieved as he spoke, wringing his hands before nodding his head in thanks a few times, hoping that he came across as grateful and exhausted more than anything else.
One answer. It was one answer when Essek asked several questions. He noticed that, this vagueness. There was a wonder if his soldiers were getting better results, but there would be time for that in the debriefing after.
“A debt is meaningless if you are not useful to us,” he said calmly, low, quiet. It was the Shadowhand speaking, even if he days of having that title were numbered. “And we cannot determine if you are useful if you do not tell us everything. So, I will repeat myself: what are the names of your companions and how did you come to be here?”
Essek sat up a little straighter in his chair, rolling the marble over his fingers once more. He wanted to read this man’s face, a face that seemed tired, that seemed grateful and chilled, but it…it was too convenient, easy. There was something he was his missing, and he only hoped it wasn’t an assassin’s blade.
“I would like to know everything, and we certainly have the time to hear it. If you have not noticed, there is little to do here in Eiselcross than talk, read, and avoid the wildlife.”
Lucien was smart, he might not have looked it, smiling like a fool, acting more like a fragment of himself than his true self. But that was just it, it was an act. As Essek watched for his expression, he too watched for the Drow's, trying to determine what his next move might be.
"Oh, I assure you, after a little rest and some food maybe, I can be as useful as ya need me to be, sir. Heck, even my family ya got back there, we got clerics and all sorts! Even found some scrolls- though those were back at the camp, not that they're any use to us of course, ya more than welcome to them!" Playing innocent and helpful, he can pull it off too, what with his charming smile and all. "Oh, sorry about that, I never meant for ya to have to repeat yourself, I'm just so exhausted, I'm hardly concentrating." Taking a breath and rubbing at his eyes before continuing. "Well, there's Cree and Otis. We lost sight of Zoran and Tyffial during the snowstorm a few hours ago, probably frozen out in the ice somewhere... Rest their souls..."
Sitting down as he gathered his hands at his chest, looking melancholy as if he'd actually lost part of his party. Nodding before looking back up at the Drow. "That's right, we have plenty of time. It's a funny thing, isn't it? Time that is. Seems like when it's running out ya never have enough of it and yet when everything is all over, well, just like now I guess. Got so much of it we don't know what to do with the stuff."
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Who was he? In all the places of Wildemount, why was he here? This outpost was forgotten in the winter wastes, as it should have been, and to have someone here, bloodied, asking for help…
It felt wrong. It felt all wrong.
Essek left him in there for an hour before he swept into the room, his face controlled, even, the mask of the Shadowhand. He took a seat, not bothering to hide the black marble in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. Dark eyes followed this stranger, watching every move, every piece of him that was out of place and curious.
“What is your name? And the names of your companions? How did you come to be here?”
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Whereas it might have felt wrong, having strangers stumble upon Essek's hideout, he should be aware of the excavations that were often afoot in other various parts of the mountains and wastes, Lucien was confident that his story would make perfect sense when asked. There was no sweat, no worry, just a cunning plan to stock up on supplies and warm bodies with a multitude of skills and magic. The potential was endless.
Now then, that little black marble has the Tiefling curious, he likes rare trinkets and this one must be some kind of special if the Drow was fiddling with it, he didn't seem the type to play with toys after all.
"Ah, thank you kindly for taking us in. My name is Lucien and ya might have just saved me and my family, we're in your debt." Looking relieved as he spoke, wringing his hands before nodding his head in thanks a few times, hoping that he came across as grateful and exhausted more than anything else.
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“A debt is meaningless if you are not useful to us,” he said calmly, low, quiet. It was the Shadowhand speaking, even if he days of having that title were numbered. “And we cannot determine if you are useful if you do not tell us everything. So, I will repeat myself: what are the names of your companions and how did you come to be here?”
Essek sat up a little straighter in his chair, rolling the marble over his fingers once more. He wanted to read this man’s face, a face that seemed tired, that seemed grateful and chilled, but it…it was too convenient, easy. There was something he was his missing, and he only hoped it wasn’t an assassin’s blade.
“I would like to know everything, and we certainly have the time to hear it. If you have not noticed, there is little to do here in Eiselcross than talk, read, and avoid the wildlife.”
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"Oh, I assure you, after a little rest and some food maybe, I can be as useful as ya need me to be, sir. Heck, even my family ya got back there, we got clerics and all sorts! Even found some scrolls- though those were back at the camp, not that they're any use to us of course, ya more than welcome to them!" Playing innocent and helpful, he can pull it off too, what with his charming smile and all. "Oh, sorry about that, I never meant for ya to have to repeat yourself, I'm just so exhausted, I'm hardly concentrating." Taking a breath and rubbing at his eyes before continuing. "Well, there's Cree and Otis. We lost sight of Zoran and Tyffial during the snowstorm a few hours ago, probably frozen out in the ice somewhere... Rest their souls..."
Sitting down as he gathered his hands at his chest, looking melancholy as if he'd actually lost part of his party. Nodding before looking back up at the Drow. "That's right, we have plenty of time. It's a funny thing, isn't it? Time that is. Seems like when it's running out ya never have enough of it and yet when everything is all over, well, just like now I guess. Got so much of it we don't know what to do with the stuff."