The guard captain listened to Brannor snarling at her and her assistant. For someone bound as they were, the man sure put up a threatening aura. The captain bit her lower lip, yet a glint of something played in her eyes. She was sure the appearance of this man reminded her of something, if only she could recall... But she had to turn her attention elsewhere while her assistant worked, to listen to the response she would get from the leader of this new arriving bunch. She would have to admit her errand boy would have to have nerves of steel to pull of that job without a hitch.

Parum's answer seemed to satisfy her, the woman nodding along and chuckling a bit as the woman only about half the size of the half-orc punched the green guy in the gut. "Yeah, that's her", she confirmed Parum's suspicions regarding having pieced together who they were talking about. "The kobolds were never really reliable in scary stuff. If they weren't so fiercely loyal to the cause we'd boot them for being so... finicky to work with. But in the end they get the job mostly done and come back more often than not, so by sheer numbers alone, I guess we have our uses for them. Same as you mercs, we need the blades to amass the hoard", she rambled on only to be interrupted by the man working on the shackles.

"Hoard befitting the Queen of Dragons return! Praise Tiamat's glory!" they shouted, extending their right arm in the air with all five fingers spread apart. A furious glare from the captain got him back to work quickly as Brannor's companions continued 'holding him down'. While his hands shook a bit, his concentration was remarkable. Where the guard captain seemed disinterested in the whole 'cult' thing, this errand boy appeared as if he had absorbed it all off of her, if such a thing were even possible. Brannor would find the shackles slightly looser than they should be, but regrettably well set. It might be difficult to get them off on his own.

"Get that prisoner to the transporting duty. They need more meat in the nursery and he looks like he might actually be able to carry something, unlike most of the sorry lot here", the captain ordered, waving her arm at her immediate underling as well as those who had been helping keep the man down. She had no reason to believe the man would not be trying something funny if left alone with a cultist. "Anyway, your names. I cannot just ask Morndath to provide a reward for a bunch of no-names", she then insisted.

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