Lorag was skulking in the corner, arms crossed in silence. He had a blank, emotionless stare, but it did not take much to guess what he was thinking. "Not the man I knew. He was a committed soldier; a true legionnaire if I ever saw one. Protectin' the innocent, serving the people, he lived all of that. 'Course, this might not be the man I knew. If he is the same, the he don't know; if he does know, then I don't know him anymore. Either way, we can always just kill 'em all." 

"That is an option, and not one we should discount." Meesei remarked. "We should not stake too much on the idea of changing their minds. I am not opposed to trying, but we should not take too much of a risk in doing so. I can get those notes, the originals. They have been filed away, though I imagine it might take some time for the scholars to dig them out of storage. We made copies to send to our own scholars, so the originals have little actual use to us anymore. If we are lucky, he might recognize the handwriting, or even just the cover. But, that would require some luck that we should not rely upon."

"We will need to find out where they are in the city." Kaleeth pointed out. "And...well, we still need to go check to see if that Orc has come back, don't we? It's getting very close to time for her to return. I wouldn't be surprised if she's already back right now."