Ahnasha had a sympathetic expression as she slowly shook her head. "She killed herself? Zealots, they can never make anything easy, can they? If it's any consolidation, I doubt someone like that would have given up a word to us, no matter what we did to her. At least we still have someone left to question. Several, by the looks of it."

Bringing up her hand, Ahnasha rubbed her chin contemplatively. "But a wagon driver you say? Hmm, you don't think she knows anything? You sure she was telling the truth? It might be safest just to let me take their souls. Never know what they might tell the guards, and besides, I am getting so very, very close to my goal." She suggested, her tone almost casual. Ahnasha was, of course, willing to use the souls of their enemies for her goals, and they had already come to an agreement on that long ago, but this was the first time she had been in a position to suggest using the soul of anyone not provably hostile to them. Not to mention the fact that she was apparently intending to take the soul of a little girl; granted, she was still unaware of the girl's exact age.

At first, Fendros shrugged at Ahnasha's questions. However, as soon as she said the word 'souls,' Fendros caught half a breath and raised one hand. He waited for Ahnasha to finish before speaking. "No, not them. Why do...? Look, Ahna, I do not know how much they know, but even if they are lying, it's just a mother and child. We've got hostile captives, those will do for now. I would much prefer that we let the drivers go once we've questioned them."

Before continuing, Fendros stepped up to Ahnasha and placed a hand on her shoulder. He spoke just above a murmur. "I know you're close. It's been hard work." He paused and made eye contact with Ahnasha. "There's no need to rush the last step, okay?"

Ahnasha seemed more confused than offended at Fendros' refusal. She shrugged and responded just as quietly. "If we're forced to kill them anyway, what's the difference?" She did not seem to acknowledge the fate of their souls as being important. Being a necromancer, she was quite educated on matters of souls, so her lack of concern did not come out of ignorance. Her research into the dark arts the past few years had forced her to study the ways of very callous individuals, so it was possible that the years of exposure to such ideas had rubbed off on her. Ahnasha was not regularly placed in such morally compromising situations, so it was uncertain for how long she had held such views. In interrogations, she had shown herself to be capable of cruelty in the past, but only towards the enemy.

Regardless of her objection, the fact that there were also enemy captives present meant that Ahnasha did not dwell on the issue. "Well, at any rate, let's get everyone inside."

The cabin was not in great shape, but it was at least not in danger of collapsing anytime soon. They brought the prisoners in first to make sure they were properly bound, then Sabine led in the driver and her daughter, since she was the least outwardly threatening among them. For the sake of not panicking the pair, Kaleeth and Malithus' pack remained outside for the moment.

Ahnasha took the time to collect together the notes and documents she had recovered on her mission. It was a fairly thick stack of parchments, but she had an idea of what information would be useful. "Hmm, I think I recognize two of those men, based on these descriptions." Ahnasha explained quietly to Fendros. "I have some descriptions to put to that list of names, in addition to some interesting facts about some of the hunters. Those two might be a good place to start, but..."

Ahnasha looked closely at the mother and daughter, studying their features in detail for reasons she did not explain. After a few moments, she pointed to them. "I think I want to start with the driver and the girl first. I have a hunch. You want to start us off, try to calm them down?"

Fendros' confusion was reflected right back at Ahnasha. "Ahnasha, I do not think we'll be forced to kill them."

She was already eager to move on. With Ahnasha not heeding Fendros' words, he exhaled and decided to leave the issue to a later time.

A short while later, they had the captives before them and were ready to get underway. The sheer volume of information that Ahnasha had meant that it would probably be better for them to get to the interrogations with Ahnasha advising as necessary. Fendros did not want to detain the driver and the girl any longer than they needed to.

"I'll see what I can do," Fendros responded to Ahnasha. He walked up to the woman and child and beckoned them up. "Stand up. Come with us, please."

Fendros' voice was calm, but firm enough to remind them to obey. He took them to the next room, one way or another, and sat them down at a table while he and Ahnasha remained standing. Fendros looked over them both with a neutral face. "Do you need any water? Or food? What are your names?"

Instead of a hostile approach, Fendros wanted to try and build a rapport with these people in case they were innocent. Offering some hospitality would be a better opening to calming their nerves than simply assuring their safety after the threats he had previously given.

Ahnasha stayed just behind Fendros, looking over her notes and observing the woman and the girl. Both of them wore somewhat dirty, but otherwise well-made dresses that placed them firmly in the middle-class. She looked like she could be a carriage driver, at least. There was still the matter of why the girl was with them, but Ahnasha could think of a few reasonable explanations. The woman had long, dark brown hair and a freckled face, while the girl had pale skin and red hair. Ahnasha had some comments to make, but she stayed quiet until Fendros could get some response from them.

The woman knew she could not go forever without a response, and the time it had taken to travel to the cabin had calmed her at least somewhat. She sad right next to the little girl, with her arm around her for comfort. "I'm...Carine, and this is my daughter Kalena. We don't really need anything, we just want to go. Like I said before, I just drive the wagon. I bring my daughter with me so I can teach her the trade, and because there isn't anyone to watch her. Those people out there, I thought they were just normal clients. I've hauled equipment for mercenaries and adventurers plenty of times before with no problems. You have to believe me; I don't want to cause any trouble. I don't know what you are, and I don't really care about all of that. I just want to go home; I promise I won't tell anyone about you. I just want to put all of this behind me and my daughter and get back to our lives. All I can really tell you about those people is that they paid their fee in full, and all up front. I think the crates they put in my wagon might have had weapons or something in them, but I didn't ask to look inside."

Ahnasha nodded, seemingly sympathetic. "You'll get out of here perfectly safely, but there's no need to rush. Any detail, even the small ones, can be important. You might not think you remember anything, but I have some questions that might guide your memory. Now, are you sure you don't want anything? Perhaps some refreshing water, little Aneitta? We even keep it cold with alchemy." Ahnasha offered, looking specifically to the little girl.

The little girl looked up at Ahnasha upon hearing the name and paused for a few moments in thought before responding timidly. "Y-yes...please. I am thirsty."

Ahnasha maintained a neutral expression, nodding for a moment before returning her attention to the woman. "Of course. But you see, that's interesting, because you didn't call her Aneitta. You called her Kalena. Yet, she responds to Aneitta without question. You see, I have in my notes a description of a man named Jespric; a description that perfectly matches a man in that other room. Jespric has a somewhat short, brown-haired wife with a face full of freckles named Eleninne, and a little, ten-year old red-haired daughter named Aneitta. I see three people, all matching those descriptions, all in the same group, and you can see how I might be suspicious. You are lying to us, Eleninne, and I would very much recommend that you be completely, uncompromisingly honest with us from this point forward. I am not one to tolerate deceit." Ahnasha threatened.

The little girl looked up to her mother in fear, as she knew she had done something that would get her in trouble, but the woman could hardly take her eyes off of Fendros and Ahnasha, since she was paralyzed with the fear she felt towards her captors in that moment.

Fendros found it unfortunate that they had tried to lie to them. Why they would bring their daughter into such a dangerous situation was a curiosity, but they could use the family relations to their advantage.

"I'll get your water," Fendros said flatly. He walked to the front door and returned a few moments later with a wooden cup filled with fresh water. He had Sabine chill it and it already beaded with dew. He then turned a chair, sat down opposite Eleninne, and placed the cup down on the table. He pushed it slowly by the base towards Aneitta with a frown.

"Eleninne, was it? I can understand why you might want to hide things. Your employers would not tolerate giving information to us." Fendros rested one arm across his front on the table. "The truth is, however, that merely being captured has likely sealed your fate. You're too much of a liability." Fendros paused for a breath and looked up to one side. "However, I can tell you some things. I can tell you that we are a powerful group. We could inflict much suffering, but not likely more than your employers. We could also make sure that your employers never find you after all this. You would be safe." He resumed eye contact. "I can also tell you that I have a son. I want the best for him, I want him to be safe. I know you want the same for your daughter. I can tell you that we are your best chance now. So..."

Fendros readjusted to lean forward and weave his fingers together on the table. "I need you to start from the beginning. Tell us everything about your involvement with that Imperial woman on the wagon. I cannot guarantee your family's safety if you lie to us."

The woman likely knew that she could not keep up the lie, no matter how much she might have wanted to. Her whole expression was uncertain, and she had a hard time even looking at Fendros, but she did eventually have to answer. "I...I don't have employers, not like that. My husband, he's the one that works for them directly. I'm not a part of that...whatever they are. I really am a carriage driver; that was true. It's just that the people my husband work for usually have me help them move around the area, since they know they can trust me. I don't know that much about them; I don't know what they're called or what they really want. I know that some of them are good, friendly people, and some of them were...strange. Scary. Like that Imperial woman you mentioned. I stayed away from her. I...I do know that they hunt Talos worshiper. But, that's illegal, so my husband was just hunting criminals, right?"

Ahnasha stayed neutral in her expression for now, but she had taken a clean parchment and was taking notes. "That's not a common opinion out here in the Empire. Even outside Skyrim, it is usually just Thalmor and Thalmor sympathizers that think that way. The people who sell out Talos worshipers are usually either desperate or greedy for coin."

Eleninne continued to avoid eye contact. "My husband was just going to do it until he paid off his debt. He used to be a mercenary, but his sword arm was injured and it took months for the healers to be able to restore it enough for him to use. Our savings ran dry, we lost our home, and we had no other way out. My husband had to sell his sword to pay to keep us in shelter for the last month, so he couldn't even work. Then, he found them, and they made an offer. They armed and armored him, and paid him a...reduced rate so he could support us. And they gave me the wagon and horse so I could work too. In exchange, we work for them at least until we can pay off what we owe them. I don't know any more, but my husband might."

Ahnasha was not entirely convinced, but nonetheless nudged Fendros' shoulder. "Well, if that is true, then I suppose it is time for us to bring your husband in here too. Why don't you go get him, while I watch them." She suggested. Once Fendros was up, Ahnasha was quick to pull him aside as he was heading for the door. "If they're all family, this should be easy. Bring the husband in here and we'll get him to say whatever he knows. How about I be the one that does the shouting and the threatening, maybe roughs a few people up, while you be the one that nice and accommodating, and tries to offer them a way out?"

Fendros nodded at the door. "Suits me. We will probably not need both for these ones, though. I think the wife will be able to convince him for us." Fendros' expression turned uncertain. "Just one thing. Which one is Jespric?"

A few minutes later, Fendros brought back the captive the had the physical description of Jespric. Unfortunately for him, he still had the bruises and injuries of the previous fight. Keeping him in his bindings, Fendros sat him down on the chair opposite Eleninne and Aneitta. "This is your lucky day," Fendros said to him. "Not only did you survive, but so did your family, even after dipping your toes into something particularly dangerous."

Fendros leaned against the wall perpendicular to the family and crossed his arms. "Eleninne, how about you explain to him what is going on?"

Jespric was just as silent as the woman and her daughter had been when they first came in the room. Just like they had, he avoided eye contact, and was entirely unresponsive until Fendros said his wife's name. At that point, he looked up at her with confusion, and a bit of anger. "You weren't supposed to tell them who you are, woman!" He shouted at her.

Eleninne let out a light sigh. "They know what we look like; it didn't matter. I think they know a lot about us. Let's just...tell them whatever we can so we can go home."

"Dear, I...I can't do that. You know I can't...you know what they'll do to us." Jespric responded.

More and more, Eleninne showed some desperation in how she was acting. "Does it matter? These people can hurt us right now. We can just...run away. Go somewhere far away where they can't find us. They won't go to the ends of Tamriel to chase our debt over a sword and a horse."

Jespric shook his head. "No, you don't understand. It won't matter where we go. We won't be able to hide. And...it doesn't matter what these people do to us. What they do to us will be worse if we say anything."

Ahnasha found the man's comment to be a good place to interject. "It actually does matter. Contrary to what your employers may have wanted you to think, neither Vile nor his agents are omnipotent."

"Wait, Vile? What are you..." Eleninne began, but Ahnasha did not allow her to interrupt.

"Shut up." Ahnasha snapped. "As I was saying, Vile is not all powerful, else we would not be fighting him. And I can say that, most assuredly, I am very capable of causing you just as much, if not more harm than Vile can." She said, pulling her dagger from its scabbard on her belt. Though, she did not do anything with it for the moment.

Fendros pushed off the wall and held out a hand to stop Ahnasha. If she was to keep up her role, so would he. "I have already made it clear to Eleninne that it wouldn't matter to them if you told us anything," Fendros said to Jespric. "The moment you walk away from us, they'll find you and collect on their debt through the worst means they can."

A step forward brought Fendros up to the table again. He held his hands behind his back and looked down at Jespric. "Your employer preys on the desperate, such as yourselves. They make deals that can't be refused." Fendros bent forward and leaned his forearms on the table, bringing his head to Jespric's eye level. His voice lowered to a swift mumble. "But this is a luckier day than you think because we can get you out. We are your employers' enemies, fighting against them for years -- they don't know where we go, how we move. They can't track us. We can get you, your wife," Fendros nodded his head back. "And your daughter Aneitta to a safe place. You can start fresh with new names, in peace. We're your best chance." Fendros carefully leant his body towards Jespric. "You just have to tell us everything from when you joined up with that band and got that equipment from them, to now."

Fendros slid his arms up to lean his hands on the table so Jespric could see his family while he made a decision.

As frightened as he was, Jespric was also remaining stubborn in equal measure. "They said you would make deals. They didn't say you would be monsters, but they said they had enemies. You're lying to me, just trying to press me for information. Even if you weren't it wouldn't matter. My deal goes beyond life. My...if I don't pay of my debt, or if I die after betraying him, he gets my soul. My family's souls. Whatever suffering you have in store for me isn't worth it.'

By this point, Eleninne was almost in shock. "Our...souls? Jespric, are you mad!? Why would you do such a thing?"

The man lowered his head. "It wouldn't have been hard to pay off the debt, if this hadn't have happened."

Ahnasha tapped her foot on the floor impatiently through the end of Jespric's explanation. "You probably think your 'resolve' is brave, but I can guarantee you it is very, very misplaced. If you're worried about your souls, then you should be worried about me. My first thought when I heard about these two ladies was to take their souls. Just ask the Dunmer here. A necromancer like myself has great use for them." With her free hand, Ahnasha grabbed Eleninne's long hair and pulled back her head, exposing her neck. She held the dagger forward, though did not yet press it to the woman's neck. All the while, their daughter was whimpering beside her.

"It would be very easy to kill her. Don't make me-" Ahnasha began shouted back, sneering at Ahnasha.

"You...lie! You expect me to believe some cat just happens to be a necromancer? I think you..." He started, but Ahnasha was quick to shout back even louder.

"Shut up!" Ahnasha shouted again, but this time she let go of Eleninne's hair in order to slap her across the face. "You will only speak when we allow you to speak."

Jespric's eyes widened briefly in surprise. "But, she didn't say anything!"

"I don't care." Ahnasha responded flatly.

It didn't matter how many times Fendros saw it. Ahnasha could be terrifying when she needed to be.

"Jespric," Fendros spoke and put on a pained expression to regain his attention. "You betrayed Clavicus Vile by failing him at the meeting spot when we ambushed your band. He finds any excuse to take a debt like a soul." Fendros tilted his head. "When your agreement was laid out. When you signed up for this deal. Was it detailed that you would get any amnesty if you were captured? Can you say with confidence that they will forgive you and let you carry out your debt after your leader died and you lost your captives? Do you think going up to them holding the gems that contain Aneitta and Eleninne's souls will give them sympathy? We could arrange that so you trade them in as a forgiveness-begging down-payment. They might accept that." Fendros shook his head. "But it's not worth it, Jespric. You know it's not worth it. And I don't want you to have to do that."

While Jespric thought, Fendros wandered to a bag at the side of the room and brought out two empty black soul gems. He laid their rigid forms out, one by one, on the wooden table. He may not have known how they worked, but Fendros had already made it clear what the outcome would be.

At that point, however, Ahnasha would more likely take all three souls for herself.

Jespric eyed the gems cautiously. "What in Oblivion are those rocks? They don't look like soul gems." He asked.

Elinenne was holding her hand up over her reddened face, with tears still in her eyes. "They are soul gems, Jespric. Black soul gems. They can take human souls."

Despite all the threats and appeals to reason, Jespric had essentially gone into denial. He was panicked, and perhaps not thinking clearly. It did not help that the Imperial, or another of Vile's faithful, had likely conditioned him to expect the kinds of threats and deals that he was being offered. It would take a lot of effort to overcome his pre-conceived ideas about his employer's enemies. "I've heard enough of this. I know what kind of liars and manipulators you are. The deal was that I pay the debt, and not betray him. That was it. They didn't say I couldn't fail, they didn't say any of that. I've maintained my end of the deal, so he'll keep his. I haven't said a word to betray him, and I won't say a word. None of us will. If you kill us, we'll all be together in Aetherius."

Ahnasha leaned forward onto the table, barring her teeth at the man. "Do you think I'm bluffing, is that it? Do you think that if you raise your voice and show how tough you are that I'll just have to leave you alone? You, all of you, are completely at my mercy."

"I think, I think..." Jespric began, raising up his head to lock eyes with Ahnasha. "I think you're a damn stupid cat and a coward that gets satisfaction out of hurting the weak. I think your flea-bitten hide isn't worth the mud on my boots, and I think my employer is going to end up making a rug out of it."

Ahnasha gripped the hilt of her dagger tightly enough that it looked like she was going to break the steel in half. She became angrier and angrier throughout Jespric's little speech until it reached the point that her expression shifted to actually being calm, almost blank. Until this point, even Fendros likely thought that the harshest of Ahnasha's threats were simply a bluff; an act to coerce the man into talking. But, there was something a bit darker than that in Ahnasha. There was a willingness to commit cruelty that, up until this point, had only ever been directed at their enemies. In this case, it might have been brought out only by anger, but it was still there.

"You are going to tell us everything you know. Right. NOW!" Just as she shouted, Ahnasha stabbed her dagger straight down, not into Elinenne, but straight through the middle Aneitta's right palm, piercing straight through it and pinning the hand to the table. Immediately, she gave a horrifying scream that could be heard easily outside the cabin. As an instinctual response, Elinenne, who was not bound by ropes, tried to lunge at Ahnasha, only to be backhanded to the ground and left with a broken nose.

Fendros did not like the violence. The fact that it was being inflicted on a child was sickening to him. For the sake of the mission, he remained blank. He was still Jespric's way out of this.

"If you do not tell us, you will be carrying your family home in those stones," Fendros said, glancing his eyes to the stones pointedly. "This is not a lie or a deal. This is what will happen. Talk to us and we guarantee your safety from Vile and the lives of your family, souls and all."

Fendros straightened again and turned his head to Jespric's wife. He took her by the arm and roughly brought her upright to face Jespric. His grip was firm enough that she would not be lashing out. "Eleninne, please say what you will. This should be a family decision."

He hoped that they would come to a conclusion quickly. Fendros could feel bile creeping up his throat.

Fortunately for Fendros, Jespric's bravery and bravado turned out to be far more empty than he would have liked them to believe. The sight of his daughter's pain melted away his resolve before their eyes. He had to shout over his daughter's screams to even be able to answer Fendros. "O-okay. I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything. Just stop; stop hurting her. By the divines, stop hurting her. I'll answer any question you want, just...get her away from my family."

Once Jespric agreed to capitulate, Ahnasha yanked the knife out of the table, and out of the girl's hand in a quick motion. It was painful, but less so than if she had done it slowly. The girl, still screaming at the top of her lungs, ran immediately to her mother, clutching her hand close to herself. Elinenne was speechless at the events that had unfolded so quickly before her. She held her arms tightly around her daughter, unconcerned by her own pain.

"I'll go get a healer for them." Ahnasha announced, looking directly at the man. "Remember, this could have been so much easier, and so much more painless. Do not give us any more trouble." She warned. Ahnasha stepped into the other room for just a few moments to collect Sabine before returning. No doubt, the screaming had already given away what was happening within the room to some extent. Ahnasha did not leave entirely, but she did remain distant, observing from the doorway.

Jespric could hardly collect his thoughts overall, so he started off with a question. "So...what exactly do you want to know? What questions should I answer? I know some about my employers, but I don't know everything."

While Ahnasha fetched Sabine, Fendros stepped over to the upturned chair that Elinenne leapt from and righted it next to Jespric, around the table corner. He sat down and rested his hands together on the table, looking at Jespric intently and trying to ignore the child's pain. "Start from when you first contacted them. Tell me everything from there. Every detail."

Barely half a minute passed before Sabine stepped in and took in a slow, horrified gasp at the scene. She immediately charged a powerful healing spell in her hands and stepped up to the mother and child. "Let me help," Sabine urged. "Show me your injury."

Even Sabine was affected by what Ahnasha had done. Unlike the apparently blank Fendros, she looked to be on the verge of tears. She was as gentle as she could be with Aneitta while staunching the bleeding, numbing the pain, and carefully repairing the stab wound.

Fendros did his best to ignore it all and remained staring at Jespric.

Being that he now had a responsibility to answer Fendros' questions, Jespric too had to try to ignore his daughter's whimpers. "When I first contacted them? It was...a year back, at least. I was desperate, looking for any sort of work I could find in a tavern. The barkeeper was sort of my friend, so he tolerated it as long as I was not too disruptive. I eventually started a conversation with an Imperial. A different one from the one back in the fight; I haven't actually seen him again since then. But he was the one that put me into contact with the woman who killed herself. The bartender had vouched for me that I had been a warrior, so we made the deal. "

Jespric gave no more resistance to the questioning. He explained every important detail he could recall from his work with Vile. He explained that their primary goal was to hunt Talos worshipers, and from his experience, there was no other motive to their ambushes. They would usually captured the worshipers, but only so they could interrogate them to find more. He described some of the ambushed they carried out, who they targeted, and gave away some of the people he knew they worked with, in addition to Viper. However, the entire time, he maintained that he did not actually know the reason for why they were hunting Talos worshipers. He said that someone like the Imperial woman would have known, but the grunts like himself did not need to. It was a detail that Ahnasha quite wanted to know, but even she did not think further torture would be helpful. It seemed most likely that he genuinely did not know.

"Okay, so I can accept that you might not have been told the reasons for doing what you were doing. But, I'm sure you can help us figure it out. Did you notice anything about your employer that might have given a clue? Did she work with the Thalmor?" Ahnasha asked.

Jespric shook his head. "Oh, Divines no. We were not friends to the Thalmor. We might have been working for the same goal, but they have always been hostile to us. I don't think the Thalmor care at all for Vile, and I don't think they care that he wants to kill Talos worshipers too. I swear I don't know any more, but...listen, one of the other people you captured, he was a courier. He arrived just before you did, and he held off on delivering his letter until after dealing with what we thought were more Talos worshipers. It was meant for our leader, I think. The Imperial. He, um, he's a sneaky sort. He managed to get the letter out of his pocket and drop it through a gap in the wagon on our way over here. It should still be on the ground on the path we took here, unless the wind picked it up. I think he did it right when we came into view of the lake, so not too far back. Maybe that letter will help you? So, um, will we be able to go after this?"

After a while, Sabine had spent enough time on Aneitta's hand that the only evidence of her trauma was a prominent scar and the fear that still laced her expression. Without anything else to do, Sabine stayed in the room with her hands clasped together. She was still shaken by what she saw, but did not so much as look at Ahnasha about it.

Fendros unconsciously glanced at the door when Jespric mentioned the letter. He paused for a moment before speaking -- first to Sabine. "Sabine, go with a couple of Malithus' packmates to try and find that paper."

Sabine quickly nodded and slinked out of the room at speed.

"Jespric," Fendros turned his head back to him. "If we just let you go, they will find you and there would have been no point in sparing your life. Worse for us, they might interrogate you about us before they kill you all. You're going to have to find another place to live. We can escort you without being tracked for a distance, but we have to keep fighting Vile's men in this region. We can only take you so far."

Gone was Fendros' ominous detachment from Jespric's pain. He spoke as someone familiar and trying to help. "Do you have any idea which direction you would prefer to go? Do you know how far you want to go?"

"Just, um..." Jespric started. He was not actually expecting any choice in what his captors did with him. Part of him was still expecting that they would just be executed. But, there was one thought that came to his mind. "I suppose anywhere with a port really. Vile's people are not allied with the Thalmor, so maybe we can hide in the Summerset Isles? I don't much like them either, but we're not Talos worshipers, so at least we'd be safer there. We don't have coin to pay for the voyage, but I guess we can figure something out." he reasoned.

There did not seem to be much left to gain from interrogating the family, so Ahnasha was content to leave them be. There was still potentially something to learn from the others, but it would likely be best to wait to see if the letter could be recovered. As such, she felt she could relax. She stepped up alongside Fendros in an overall good mood. Despite everything, she was smiling. "I think this has gone well, all things considered. Even if we don't learn anything else, I think we already have enough to have made this worthwhile."

Fendros tapped his finger on the table for a short moment, thinking. "We could probably take you closer to the coast with some gold. I don't think we could pay for a voyage all the way to the isles, but...If you think you can work something out, go ahead." He stood up from the chair, pushing it back with the back of his legs. "We will have to keep you here for another while so we can line the details up with the other captives." Fendros glanced to Aneitta and Elinenne, before collecting the black soul gems and the bag that had contained them. "I'll leave you three alone for now. Call out if you need anything, Sabine will accommodate you when she gets back."

Before Fendros walked out of the door, he turned to look at them all with a lowered brow. "Be polite to her." He turned, shut the door, and locked it with a wooden clack.

With Ahnasha alongside him, Fendros needed a break before even thinking about the next interrogation. He looked at the ground and paced along with his hands in his pockets. A small, bothered frown marred his face. "We have more leads, at least," Fendros said dispassionately. "If they don't completely go to ground when they find out one of their prisoner collectors isn't coming back from the latest rendezvous, we might even catch them." He sighed through his nose, blinking and not even glancing at Ahnasha.