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Post by Erik on Jan 2, 2010 18:41:14 GMT -5
"Every little thing you know about the Darkhearts. How they function, where you meet them, their numbers, that kind of thing."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 2, 2010 23:19:21 GMT -5
"I don't know what you think you've got here," Feldt said, "but I am a little itty-bitty fishie in a big ole pond." He tries to stretch his back slightly, but fails because of the chain.
"Can you undo these leg irons? I can't bleeding think like this."
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Post by Erik on Jan 3, 2010 15:13:39 GMT -5
"We're well aware of what you are, Feldt. But you must know something. Give us some little bit we can work with, and the leg irons can come off."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 3, 2010 19:40:46 GMT -5
"Eh... I don't think so, they are uncomfortable, but I'm not trading what I've got for some blood circulation," Feldt replied.
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Post by Erik on Jan 3, 2010 23:25:04 GMT -5
"Fair enough. Nerrick, show him the error of his ways a bit."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 4, 2010 21:24:46 GMT -5
Nerrick looked at Mors, "What's that supposed to mean? I'm supposed to hit him?" Nerrick says, looking hopeful.
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Post by Erik on Jan 4, 2010 23:12:46 GMT -5
"Yes, Nerrick. Have you never tortured a man before, or is this the first time for both of us?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 5, 2010 11:12:29 GMT -5
"Course I have, I don't know why you don't just say that. You nobles and your clever talking."
Nerrick stepped forward and smashed Feldt in the face. The man's head smashed back against the wall of the dungeon.
"Alright alright Gods be good," Feldt wheezed through a bloody nose, as he spit out two broken teeth.
"I ain't never met them. That's not how it works. They pay a percentage for jobs brought to them. That's all."
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Post by Erik on Jan 5, 2010 15:13:30 GMT -5
"And how do they pay you, if you've never met with them? Where's the money left?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 5, 2010 16:15:07 GMT -5
"Dead Drop," Feldt replies, "it changes every so often."
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Post by Erik on Jan 5, 2010 16:16:24 GMT -5
"And I assume it's the same for dropping off potential contracts with them?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 5, 2010 16:31:35 GMT -5
Feldt nodded, which made the blood from his nose and mouth splatter onto the floor in designs which in the future might be viewed as valuable artwork.
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Post by Erik on Jan 5, 2010 16:54:22 GMT -5
"How many contracts did you put into place, and who ordered them?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 5, 2010 17:03:28 GMT -5
"I don't keep lists," Feldt said, "I honestly can't say. Maybe... twelve in the past ten years? No one important... I mean, no one whose name I'd recognized! Just merchants, wealth husbands' by their wives, such as that."
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Post by Erik on Jan 5, 2010 17:13:56 GMT -5
"Nerrick, break his fingers until he gives us some names."
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