"...Yes Kan, we do think so." Thaliar said in a lowered tone towards Kan Ironhead. The elf wasn't sure if Kan hadn't really payed attention to what Thaliar had just suggested about the thief and Raven, or if Kan was as slow as Thaliar always suspected him for being. But Kan pulled his weight in the Wood Guards, more than enough really, and so the Elf let it slip. 

The prisoner woke up, just like Thaliar had planned. From the looks of it he had been a heavy sleeper, even dreamt of some girl named Rachelle. That was how the magic worked, which was good. Thaliar crouched down in front of him, his face empty of emotions like a statue. "Not much, really. We only want information, and they we'll let you go. And if not..." Thaliar stopped mid-sentence, turning around and looking at both Kan and Kamri, before returning his attention back to their reluctant guest. "Let's just say you don't want to make those two angry."

"Now, tell me what you know about the Raven."

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It came as no surprise to Ragnar that Lord Octa's men were using prisoners as 'motivation' for his subjects assistance. He didn't need eyes to understand the horror that befell those not bowing for his demands, the sounds were all loud and clear. What he didn't immediately understand what water one of the soldiers were talking about. Solvard, who had returned to cleaning mugs and tankards, could see the confusion in his blind friend's face, and promptly leaned forward to whisper; -She's got a silver tray. We can see faces in it, must me magic."

Magic...so the woman was an elf. And those prisoners were enemies of Lord Octa? Rebels then. Ragnar had long hoped that their little town could perhaps, by some miracle from the Gods Themselves, escape the fate he had witnessed in his visions, though it didn't look like the Gods looked favourable at them. 

Then perhaps it was time for the Ragnar the Blind to do his part? 

The blind man got off his chair from the counter, took his large staff and began to make his way to the door. The rest of the town's folk knew who Ragnar was, and thoughtlessly gave him space to move through the crowd unhindered, even if he wasn't so smart as to leave after such a spectacle. Lord Octa's men on the other hand must have been wondering why the man was leaving so soon, though with no clear rush in his walk.