Kings men had deserted before, and you'd think those who escorted someone would be less inclined to incite violence like they had. Their job was to get whatever prominent member they were escorting safely to the next destination. Bardeck didn't have the time, nor the inclination to hear the battered man complain or yell anymore. "I really don't care what you were doing. I simply wanted to know what I should mark on your gravestone." 

With that, Bardeck lifted his axe to strike the man dead. "Wait!" the prone man cried, holding up his hands. "I do have information! Please!" Bardeck's axe stopped short, and he hesitated. In all honesty, he wasn't as keen on violence as most would think either. But this world bred violence as a necessity. Still, if there was a way out of this, he'd take it. "Speak up." He said to the man, who began to blather in turn. "There's supposed to be a meeting between administrators a few miles south of here. They're discussing plans on tricking Meridin into complacency with a huge cache of gold, on its way there now." 

Bardeck blinked, and looked at the man with a barely suppressed disbelief. "You're lying." Bardeck said, to which the man vehemently denied. "I'm not. It's on the southwest road, with barely more guards than the administrator had. Please, I'm telling you the truth." Bardeck wasn't sure if he was genuine, but he seemed [i]genuinely[/i] scared, if nothing else. He looked to Ferthyr for his opinion on the matter.