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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>It was raining again. Not even a little rain, either! The sky was dark, and thunder echoed in the skies above, creative quite the dramatic environment. A single silver spike with a pink ribbon tied around it was wedge into the earth outside of the cave, signifying the meeting point. Inside the cave, it wasn't so bad. A nice little rug, some mathemagic crystals for light, a table, a pair of bedrolls, and a single chair, to which was sitting the vixen that had answered the door the night before. Surprisingly, she wasn't tied or bound, nor did she look particularly mistreated.<br> <br>Natska steps into the cave, releasing the swirling wind that had shielded her from the worst of the rain; still, she was a little damp, and rain dripped from her hat as she took stock of the cave's interior. The jaguar gives the vixen a small nod, but decides she will not be the first to speak.<br> <br>Well, what better way to get to the meeting point than to follow Natska? The Husky made sure to keep her gear hidden beneath her heavy cloak so that her powder and other essentials do not get wet. "Rain rain rain rain... ALWAYS RAIN! I like rain as much as any other rain lover but I'm seriously getting rather tired of this." The Husky continues to mutter as she ducks into the cave to look around as she takes up her place next to Natska.<br> <br>"Don't like rain, Wulf?" Walking into the cave, soaked from the rain, Thelergramor doesn't seem at all bothered by the rain. No coat or hat with him; scarf wrapped around his head with his plague mask over it and armed with his full assortment of weapons. Catching sight of the vixen, the wolf grows confused. He gestures to her, looks to the others: "Why ain't she tied up?" He keeps a hand on his blunderbuss and watches the vixen closely.<br> <br>Fenris slips quietly into the cave in his guise as Denali the fox. The lithe, boyish red fox is wearing his tight leather pants and soft boots as usual, but has put on a short coat that exposes his midriff in consideration of the rain. Still, rainwater drips from his tail and whiskers. "This one apologizes for his lateness," he says in a high, warm tenor as he crosses his arms across his chest and bows low to those gathered in the cave. He can't help but wonder why a formal interrogation was being held so far from the city proper, but he keeps silent, as an unimportant witness ought to do.<br> <br>As the group enters, the ocelot pair look over them, before Claud nods to his brother, the tower-shield wielding feline moving off to cover the entrance. "Hmm. I half expected an ambush group, to be honest. We had this fancy trap prepared and everything. But genuine answers are just as well." Claud leans up against his spear and gives a nod to those that came. "Thank you. Yes, I recognize several of you. Well met and good to see you again." He turns to the vixen and gestures. "The others were... Resistant, but she agreed to speak with us as long as we picked a defensible spot away from prying eyes."
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		+	The vixen looks up and perks her ears, before frowning. "It's not worth losing my life over. If you can make sure I won't regret it later, I'll gladly tell all of you whatever you want to know."<br> <br>Natska nods at the two ocelots, thoughtfully considering their words. She gives the vixen a small nod. "I can promise to treat you fairly, and impartially, and offer my protection while you are in my care, if that works. Are we in danger? Expecting trouble?"<br> <br>Wulf remains quiet, instead keeping her eyes on the cave enterence while those inside speak thereby leaving the husky to listen and think over the discussion.<br> <br>Thelergramor shrugs, steps closer to the vixen. "As she said, you'll be treated fairly. So long as you do answer our questions." He looks to the ocelots, then to Natska, Wulf and Denali. "But, I'll keep you safe if you talk, yes." He holds his questions for after Natskas are answered.<br> <br>Denali stays near the entrance for a few moments, allowing himself to drip dry a bit before moving lightly toward the fire. He wanted to be somewhere he could see the vixen's face during the interrogation. And where he could keep an eye on Thelergramor. He didn't trust the wolf half as far as he could throw him.<br> <br>Claud decides to answer that one, himself. "Possibly. The other night in the shanties wasn't the first time something like that had happened. My brother and I are bounty hunters, you see. We've been chasing a woman from Cliffside for doing the same thing there that she was trying to do here." The vixen stares at the ground and frowns. "She came in speaking a lot of sense to us. She shared our own concerns, and said she'd help us do something about it. She escaped that night, though, when you came knocking. I don't know where, but I'll tell you everything I can."<br> <br>Natska raises her eyebrows,.then nods. "Go on," she says, tone encouraging. "Tell us then." She places her hands on her hips, and waits.<br> <br>Thelergramor coughs. Crosses his arms and leans back. "Don't stop there. Give me a name, doesn't matter to me which one of you talks." Referring to th ebounty hunters and the prisoner. "But, the name. Now." Tone much less friendly than Natskas, tries the time-tested 'good cop/bad cop' routine. He glares at the bounty hunters from behind his mask, doesn't like that they withheld that information last time. Or, maybe he just missed it. Either way; they know more than they are saying.<br> <br>"Why steal soul gems?" comes Denali's warm tenor, "They are readily available at the Church and from the guilds, aren't they?" The fox fingers the gem glittering from his cuff earring. It is a decoy, of course. He didn't want his actual gem exposed after the way he had worried over it last time. "Why would you take them from those who need them?"<br> <br>Despite the thunder having gone, the rain still falls heavily enough that it obscures most of the area outside of the cave. Claud looks at Thel and raises a brow. "Calina. She's a nasty mage from the academy there. Doesn't care much for getting her hands dirty, though, so she has others do it for her," he says, gesturing to the vixen. "Case in point." She fox squirms uncomfortable at Denali's question, looking between Natska and the other fox. "I, uh... We... Well. Only a few of us actually live in the shanties. I don't. But we feel like the soulless have too much power," she mumbles meekly. "The way they can just master all those talents as if it was nothing. Some of us get disgruntled by that, then she comes in, saying she knows how to make them pay. Asks us to take their soul gems. So we do."<br> <br>A scowl creases Natska's features, and she fixes the vixen with a stare. "While I can understand your feelings on the matter, do you *know* what it is like for one of us to be without a soulgem?" she asks, her tone injured. "Have you seen what it reduces a *person*, one of your fellow citizens, to? And you know that it leaves them vulnerable to the Shadows, yes? There is no coming back after a Shadow has devoured someone's mind." Natska pauses, her ears drooping. "Firmament is practically one big family, and you would do that to your brothers and sisters because you feel they have it too easy?"<br> <br>Husky ears flick and she digs into the side of her cloak to unsheath her sabre with a silent snick of metal leaving leather. Looking at Geoff she lifts an eyebrow to see if he heard the sound as well before she slides into the darkness of the cave. Best to hide and suprise the suprise. If anyone looks at her funny the husky with motion for them to continue as they were.

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Participants

• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Natska
• Thelergramor
• Wulf

Date

11/8/477

Log

It was raining again. Not even a little rain, either! The sky was dark, and thunder echoed in the skies above, creative quite the dramatic environment. A single silver spike with a pink ribbon tied around it was wedge into the earth outside of the cave, signifying the meeting point. Inside the cave, it wasn't so bad. A nice little rug, some mathemagic crystals for light, a table, a pair of bedrolls, and a single chair, to which was sitting the vixen that had answered the door the night before. Surprisingly, she wasn't tied or bound, nor did she look particularly mistreated.

Natska steps into the cave, releasing the swirling wind that had shielded her from the worst of the rain; still, she was a little damp, and rain dripped from her hat as she took stock of the cave's interior. The jaguar gives the vixen a small nod, but decides she will not be the first to speak.

Well, what better way to get to the meeting point than to follow Natska? The Husky made sure to keep her gear hidden beneath her heavy cloak so that her powder and other essentials do not get wet. "Rain rain rain rain... ALWAYS RAIN! I like rain as much as any other rain lover but I'm seriously getting rather tired of this." The Husky continues to mutter as she ducks into the cave to look around as she takes up her place next to Natska.

"Don't like rain, Wulf?" Walking into the cave, soaked from the rain, Thelergramor doesn't seem at all bothered by the rain. No coat or hat with him; scarf wrapped around his head with his plague mask over it and armed with his full assortment of weapons. Catching sight of the vixen, the wolf grows confused. He gestures to her, looks to the others: "Why ain't she tied up?" He keeps a hand on his blunderbuss and watches the vixen closely.

Fenris slips quietly into the cave in his guise as Denali the fox. The lithe, boyish red fox is wearing his tight leather pants and soft boots as usual, but has put on a short coat that exposes his midriff in consideration of the rain. Still, rainwater drips from his tail and whiskers. "This one apologizes for his lateness," he says in a high, warm tenor as he crosses his arms across his chest and bows low to those gathered in the cave. He can't help but wonder why a formal interrogation was being held so far from the city proper, but he keeps silent, as an unimportant witness ought to do.

As the group enters, the ocelot pair look over them, before Claud nods to his brother, the tower-shield wielding feline moving off to cover the entrance. "Hmm. I half expected an ambush group, to be honest. We had this fancy trap prepared and everything. But genuine answers are just as well." Claud leans up against his spear and gives a nod to those that came. "Thank you. Yes, I recognize several of you. Well met and good to see you again." He turns to the vixen and gestures. "The others were... Resistant, but she agreed to speak with us as long as we picked a defensible spot away from prying eyes."

The vixen looks up and perks her ears, before frowning. "It's not worth losing my life over. If you can make sure I won't regret it later, I'll gladly tell all of you whatever you want to know."

Natska nods at the two ocelots, thoughtfully considering their words. She gives the vixen a small nod. "I can promise to treat you fairly, and impartially, and offer my protection while you are in my care, if that works. Are we in danger? Expecting trouble?"

Wulf remains quiet, instead keeping her eyes on the cave enterence while those inside speak thereby leaving the husky to listen and think over the discussion.

Thelergramor shrugs, steps closer to the vixen. "As she said, you'll be treated fairly. So long as you do answer our questions." He looks to the ocelots, then to Natska, Wulf and Denali. "But, I'll keep you safe if you talk, yes." He holds his questions for after Natskas are answered.

Denali stays near the entrance for a few moments, allowing himself to drip dry a bit before moving lightly toward the fire. He wanted to be somewhere he could see the vixen's face during the interrogation. And where he could keep an eye on Thelergramor. He didn't trust the wolf half as far as he could throw him.

Claud decides to answer that one, himself. "Possibly. The other night in the shanties wasn't the first time something like that had happened. My brother and I are bounty hunters, you see. We've been chasing a woman from Cliffside for doing the same thing there that she was trying to do here." The vixen stares at the ground and frowns. "She came in speaking a lot of sense to us. She shared our own concerns, and said she'd help us do something about it. She escaped that night, though, when you came knocking. I don't know where, but I'll tell you everything I can."

Natska raises her eyebrows,.then nods. "Go on," she says, tone encouraging. "Tell us then." She places her hands on her hips, and waits.

Thelergramor coughs. Crosses his arms and leans back. "Don't stop there. Give me a name, doesn't matter to me which one of you talks." Referring to th ebounty hunters and the prisoner. "But, the name. Now." Tone much less friendly than Natskas, tries the time-tested 'good cop/bad cop' routine. He glares at the bounty hunters from behind his mask, doesn't like that they withheld that information last time. Or, maybe he just missed it. Either way; they know more than they are saying.

"Why steal soul gems?" comes Denali's warm tenor, "They are readily available at the Church and from the guilds, aren't they?" The fox fingers the gem glittering from his cuff earring. It is a decoy, of course. He didn't want his actual gem exposed after the way he had worried over it last time. "Why would you take them from those who need them?"

Despite the thunder having gone, the rain still falls heavily enough that it obscures most of the area outside of the cave. Claud looks at Thel and raises a brow. "Calina. She's a nasty mage from the academy there. Doesn't care much for getting her hands dirty, though, so she has others do it for her," he says, gesturing to the vixen. "Case in point." She fox squirms uncomfortable at Denali's question, looking between Natska and the other fox. "I, uh... We... Well. Only a few of us actually live in the shanties. I don't. But we feel like the soulless have too much power," she mumbles meekly. "The way they can just master all those talents as if it was nothing. Some of us get disgruntled by that, then she comes in, saying she knows how to make them pay. Asks us to take their soul gems. So we do."

A scowl creases Natska's features, and she fixes the vixen with a stare. "While I can understand your feelings on the matter, do you *know* what it is like for one of us to be without a soulgem?" she asks, her tone injured. "Have you seen what it reduces a *person*, one of your fellow citizens, to? And you know that it leaves them vulnerable to the Shadows, yes? There is no coming back after a Shadow has devoured someone's mind." Natska pauses, her ears drooping. "Firmament is practically one big family, and you would do that to your brothers and sisters because you feel they have it too easy?"

Husky ears flick and she digs into the side of her cloak to unsheath her sabre with a silent snick of metal leaving leather. Looking at Geoff she lifts an eyebrow to see if he heard the sound as well before she slides into the darkness of the cave. Best to hide and suprise the suprise. If anyone looks at her funny the husky with motion for them to continue as they were.