12 Chirreb 4385: (5 Chirreb) MORE QUESTIONS

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The bandits kept all their best loot in the stronghold but we found some minor personal enchantments and even some lozens in scouring the place. Stuff for everyday uses that you wouldn't keep locked up. And set off some traps that we could set off without much inconvenience to ourselves. We also tripped some alarms because it's not like they didn't know we were here already. So far all our intelligence had been accurate which was also a very good sign. Mirhandrax fretted that we were getting overconfident.

"Hey if anyone's gotten cocky it's you," I told him.

"Ha ha ha," the Gormoror-turned-pocker replied. Purrzhon snickered.

We didn't find most of Purrzhon's stuff which made him tail-lashy. But when we found a scawn hiding in one of the closets, Purrzhon jumped between us and it. "Let it be," he growled as Nightbloom lifted her spear, and she lowered it. "What are you doing here?" Purrzhon demanded of it. "Are there any more of your kind here?"

"O great Sleeth!" The scawn threw itself at Purrzhon's paws. "Slay me now, great Sleeth! Give me relief from this weak worthless body!" Scawn are little stupid rat-people. Some of them think that if a Sleeth kills them then they'll come back as a Sleeth.

Purrzhon growled. "Answer my questions! Maybe if you are lucky I kill you afterwards."

I kinda thought that we'd asked enough questions by then of enough different people but NO. MORE QUESTIONING!

The scawn babbled obsequiously about being there to serve the mewellicaps and Cani by carrying messages and cleaning and stuff. There were three other scawn servants too.

"Any with tentacles?" Purrzhon asked. Scawn can change their bodies sometimes, adding wings and horns and stuff. I'd never heard of one adding tentacles before.

"No -- yes, there is one." The scawn offered Purrzhon its throat as the Sleeth loomed over it. "She came recently. Was always in Captain Sharone's chamber."

"Where is she now?"

"In the strongroom!"

"Not Sharone!" Purrzhon growled and cuffed the scawn. "The scawn with the tentacles."

"She also is in the strongroom! The greater monsters and Primes, they left all the rest of us scawn out here with you, but the captain took hers with her."

Purrzhon clawed a deep splintery furrow in the ordinary wooden floor.

The scawn said, "Do not waste your wrath on wood, o great Sleeth! Kill me!"

But Purrzhon just turned away, even more tail-lashy than before.

"Don't leave me here! I can't stand this any more!" the scawn wailed.As Purrzhon stalked off, the scawn shouted, "Then I'll make you kill me!" It pounced after Purrzhon with all its claws and teeth and. Nightbloom intercepted it and we wrestled it back into the closet.

I'm not sure if that was a kindness or a cruelty.