Here is the interrogation from Dovan.
Please note. Â This was done secretly, so all information you read is to be kept OOC knowledge until those persons named within divulge it ICly. Â Thanks!
"Dovan Dracht gazes upon you in deep reflection."
"Gaardal Wyght slumps against the wall, this time awake as the guards forced him to eat as a healer fed him. Â Most of his clothes are covered in dirt and blood"
"Dovan Dracht",":to himself: Is the poor oaf somehow asleep? Has he finally expired?"
"Dovan Dracht","Ah, no, he stirs to life!"
"Dovan Dracht claps his hands together. "Wonderful! ...though, I imagine, less so for you, my dear fellow...""
"Gaardal Wyght raises his head, hearing a voice "Another one? Â Come .. let's get this over with.""
"Dovan Dracht glances about to make sure the two of them are truly alone."
"Gaardal Wyght - There are no guards about"
"Dovan Dracht","Well then! Let us chat. Though I imagine you're quite a bit les enamored of these "chats" at this point..."
"Gaardal Wyght grunts, his hands still bound behind him as he lays his head back on the wall "Quite. Â Though most have been one sided.""
"Dovan Dracht looks Gaardal over, raising an eyebrow at his many wounds. "You have certainly been put through the wringer, my friend...""
"Gaardal Wyght laughs dryly "Lost an eye, a ball, earlobe, mangled right leg ... my apologies if I did not clean myself up before you arrived.""
"Dovan Dracht smirks. "I suppose I can forgive this breach of etiquette just this once...""
"Gaardal Wyght cannot help but chuckle at that."
"You laugh at Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht frowns slightly. "It may be gauche of me to say, but...I suppose you've already gleaned it's unlikely that you will make it out of here alive.""
"Gaardal Wyght nods "I accepted that. Â The others have their fun, then heal me up so i don't die on them. Â Yet.""
"Dovan Dracht",""M'yess, their technique appears somewhat sloppy, by the look of you, but they've done well enough prolonging the affair...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Will you do the same? Â I'm sure you can think of something creative to get your information.""
"Dovan Dracht laughs."
"Dovan Dracht",""Seven hells, man! Have you any information remaining within your poor, abused skull?""
"Gaardal Wyght",""I have quite a large amount. Â I just don't like to share freely.""
"You smirk confidently at Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht tilts his head, considering something."
"Dovan Dracht",""Hmm. You do have quite the treasure trove of information, at that.""
"Dovan Dracht",""Or so you claimed, at least.""
"Gaardal Wyght raises a brow, his good eye sizing the man up. Â "Try me. Â The right questions just weren't asked.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I'm sure those mysterious, now long-gone letters were chock full of thrilling secrets to know and tell...""
"Gaardal Wyght - His back straightens slightly, an expression touching his face "Ah, yes. Â A shame that deal could not have been made sooner with those letters.""
"Dovan Dracht",""Ah, and after you bargained so valiantly for his identity, there stands our Mr. Dresdyn not far outside the door. I'm sure you must be very pleased with your success...""
"Gaardal Wyght - His lip turns up in a sneer "The fool thinks if he kills me that will be the end of being hunted. Â Amazing how fast word travels in Ul'Dah.""
"You nod to Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht consoles you."
"Dovan Dracht",""You may not be around to see it, but others will come for him. That is simple fact.""
"Dovan Dracht",""The Drifters grow daily in number and power, so they may well fend off such attempts, again and again.""
"Gaardal Wyght frowns "I have noticed. Â They breed like rabbits.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""And others will come. Â He won't be able to sleep, eat .. take a piss without someone watching.""
"You burst out laughing at Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht smirks. "Perhaps he is into that sort of thing, and it won't be much of a punishment at all...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Hah! Â If so, he is a strange one. Â Though I am not surprised. Â The bastard keeps Rendafel's tooth on a necklace.""
"Gaardal Wyght growls, hands balled into fists, he makes the ropes that hold his wrists groan as he strains the material"
"Dovan Dracht raises his eyebrows, bemused. "As if that is some sort of impressive trophy... ""
"Gaardal Wyght",""He thinks it is. Â Picked it up after apparently punching the boy in the jaw. Â I told him to leave the boy alone ...""
"Dovan Dracht",""All that brash lad wanted to do was avenge his sister. This is no strange thing.""
"Gaardal Wyght nods, totally agreeing"
"Dovan Dracht",""When I heard what happened to that poor girl...well. One does become quite desensitized, over the years, but it was a fair shade more gruesome than I'd have anticipated.""
"Gaardal Wyght flares his nostrils a moment "She may have been too eager to do her job, but that is no way to die. Â To say that Rendafel was devistated is an understatement. Â Why Garston called me to train him.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Give him a chance to teach the bastard his place ...""
"Dovan Dracht cocks his head. "Do you truly care for the boy, then? Attachment can be...well, quite a bit more a curse than a blessing.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""He may be a gangly whelp, but he has his merits. Â For one he doesn't give up when he fails. Â His family is well respected with Garston. Â I respect the boy's father greatly.""
"Gaardal Wyght","If Rendafel were to be killed ... *he trails off, looking away from the man, the sound of teeth grinding against each other*"
"Dovan Dracht nods to you."
"Dovan Dracht sits up on his knees. "Gaardal....I...cannot stick my neck out for you overmuch. You know how these things go. These Drifters are reckless, but strong. Strong can be a good asset to have around.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Strength can be, yes ...""
"Gaardal Wyght warily listens to the man, wondering what he is getting at"
"Dovan Dracht leans in closer, lowering his voice even more. "But...I want to do right by you." He looks up into Gaardal's one good eye. "I want to do right by Rendafel.""
"Gaardal Wyght - His good eye widens slightly, his expression softening. Â Could one of them actually care one onze? Â "I ... just want to keep him out of all this mess.""
"Dovan Dracht looks away, looking annoyed by his own impassioned speech."
"Dovan Dracht",""I am an overfond fool...""
"Gaardal Wyght chuckles "I could say the same for myself. Â Though not out in public.""
"Dovan Dracht looks back at Gaardal. "And I want that, too. I would like to see you out of these ropes, as well, my friend, so that you may get back to the business of dealing pain, rather than only receiving it. So greedy you've been lately...""
"Dovan Dracht shrugs apologetically. "...but that may be beyond my means.""
"Gaardal Wyght seems quite interested in what he says, shifting his weight to turn more towards him "What ideas do you have? Â I want to get out of here. Â I will do ... anything to do so.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I want...well, perhaps 'want' is a strong word, these people are terrifying and I am loathe to incite their ire...but I wish to help accomplish two things.""
"Gaardal Wyght - His brows furrow, hearing his words. Â Could they be turning on this man as well?"
"Dovan Dracht",""One, I can see that your priority is protecting this Rendafel. It could be that he will keep his distance, wait to grow stronger...but if my allies are any example, I think he will not.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I need to know how to get through to him. Where can I find him, yes, but if he's hidden well enough, we'll have no trouble in the first place. But how to steer him away from all this madness?""
"Dovan Dracht",""I fear his passions may not be easily cooled...""
"Gaardal Wyght licks his lips, tasting dry blood on them. Â He looks down at his mangled right leg, then back to the man "If I know Rendafel, he would have gone back to his house in Gridania. Â They are prominent there, with many summer houses and the like.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""The injuries he took would keep him low for a time. Â But he should be there.""
"Dovan Dracht nods to you."
"Gaardal Wyght",""As to speak with him, talk to Barnabaix, their butler. Â The man has served there longer than you or I have lived.""
"Dovan Dracht begins thinking aloud. "Perhaps I could plant a false trail for him to follow? Wouldn't be easy, if he's any good, but it may be worth a go...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""False trail? Â Who are you looking to ... don't tell me that bastard is looking for him?!""
"Dovan Dracht",""The butler, you say? Hmm. Another watchful protector, I suppose?""
"Gaardal Wyght gives a nod "He has the boy's ear as well as his father's. Â If anyone can get through to him, Barnabaix can.""
"Dovan Dracht",""It's premature, but I find myself beginning to feel a bit of hope.""
"Gaardal Wyght sighs, relaxing just bit, a blessing especially what has happened in this room the past few days"
"Gaardal Wyght",""I don't know how he will be. Â I never got the chance to talk to him ...""
"Dovan Dracht",""As for the other part...I should, as I say, like to see you free of this place. For your own well-being, and so we don't have this damned inconvenient dual hostage situation hanging over our heads for another fortnight.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""I agree.""
"Dovan Dracht",""Should the opportunity present itself, perhaps we can make a go of it. Should it not...well.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I shudder to think of your spirit forever trapped in this dank hole, bound by rage and unfinished business, unable to re-enter the Lifestream to be with those who have gone before...""
"Gaardal Wyght flicks his eye towards the door, then to the man. Â His jaw clenches, straining at the ropes around his wrists once again, blood dripping on the floor. Â "I will do anything to be gone from here.""
"Dovan Dracht",""...and, quite frankly, the Drifters would likely use this room for interrogation a second time, and we'd have to deal with an unruly prisoner *and* a moaning spook.""
"Dovan's eyes gleam as Gaardal speaks the word "anything.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I wonder...hmm. Secrets can create such an atmosphere of distrust, of chaos...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""What do you wish to know? Â I can find it.""
"Dovan Dracht",""It may do no good, but...perhaps you could tell me what dirty laundry various members of our little Free Company might be concealing?""
"Dovan Dracht",":hastily: "To be used, of course, only if it's clear Hext isn't going to retrieve you himself. No sense in burning bridges, hmm?""
"Gaardal Wyght grins, teeth stained red and he laughs "Garston is dead. Â But I still sit here. Â All I have done for him. Â But I like you, boy. Â I will tell you what I know.""
"Dovan Dracht tries to look as though this is no surprise to him, but his eyes widen slightly for just a moment, startled at this revelation. He quickly regains his composure."
"Gaardal Wyght",""Garston and Barnabaix did most of the work. Â But they made me privvy to the contents of each.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""The first was to Desmond Aryll. Â At the time, it was said he and the one named Asdrellia Pemberton were a couple, and her life was threatened.""
"Dovan Dracht",":dryly: That does seem to be something of a recurring theme..."
"Gaardal Wyght",""The second was to the one named Sasha Jace. Â Seems there was a man in her life that went missing. Â She searches for him. Â Wriath Blackmane or the like. Â We found him in Limsa, and Garston had him moved to a safehouse in the Silver Bazaar""
"Dovan Dracht rubs his chin. "What is...was...Hext's interest in this Wriath?""
"Gaardal Wyght lightly shrugs "Garston enjoyed having something over another's head. Â He believed holding the man would break the woman into telling Ophianne's killer. Â If not, the man would have just gone .. missing.""
"Dovan Dracht nods to you."
"Gaardal Wyght swallows, not having talked this much in a while "The third was to the one you call Po. Â Seems in his past he killed a number of people. Â Men women and children. Â Something he wishes to be buried and long forgotten.""
"Dovan Dracht",""And what of the bit regarding Desmond? Is he Ms. Pemberton's paramour? I had gotten the sense there was something between her and our glorious leader, Mr. Delwyn...""
"Dovan Dracht",""Oho! So the simple farmer is not so simple as he seems.""
"Gaardal Wyght shakes his head slightly "Last we learned he spurned her. Â She ran to another. Â Amaare Margolis. Â Was another Garston ran into in the past.""
"Dovan Dracht shrugs dramatically. "But who among us is?""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Hext was not so subtle in trading her life and another womans ... Enja ... something. Â Hext had men posted to trail them both""
"Gaardal Wyght nods, understanding his meaning and agreeing"
"Gaardal Wyght",""Zethie Aldis ... found out he is a Garlean. Â How many families wouldn't want to take their anger out on him in a land still rebuilding?""
"Gaardal Wyght frowns lightly, thinking of the last two "Viola Seville was another. Â Hers was a difficult one. Â Seems she was looking for her clan, being a miqo'te.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""barnabaix had found an old cat who seemed to recognize her description and the like. Â So took him to the safehouse in the Silver Bazaar as well.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""And the last? Â Was to that Delwyn boy. Â I am unsure of that one as Garston wrote it himself. Â But from what I gather, it concerned the Drifters in general.""
"Dovan Dracht listens attentively, letting the man say his piece."
"Gaardal Wyght",""Garston sent me after Delwyn, and Rendafel after Aryll.""
"Gaardal Wyght leans back against the wall, coughing "And we know how that turned out. Â Seems Aryll was smarter than we thought as well.""
"Dovan Dracht shrugs and smiles. "To be perfectly honest, I didn't think that plan would play out so smoothly as it did...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Nor I. Â But I don't question orders. Â Barnabaix and Hext have been at the game longer than I.""
"Dovan Dracht reaches into a large belt pouch. "Something to take the edge off...?""
"Gaardal Wyght eyes the object, his breath quickening "Anything ... if I can just get my strength back ...""
"Dovan Dracht grins. "I was going to offer you a swig of whiskey from my personal flask. It may be of fine quality, yes, but I doubt it posesses the revivifying qualities you seek...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""What is it?""
"Dovan Dracht",""Although...you have been very trusting, giving me this information, after all you've been through. I certainly wouldn't want you to doubt my intentions..""
"Dovan Dracht reveals a bottle containing a green substance."
"Dovan Dracht",""A gift from a lovely elezen woman I met in Costa del Sol. If I apply too much, some actual healing may take place, and I've no doubt my compatriots would consider that a slight.""
"Gaardal Wyght eyes the bottle then the man a grin forming "A terrible slight.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I shudder to think what they'd take in retaliation. Ahem. Anyway...""
"Dovan Dracht",""This should numb the pain quite a bit. Whether this respite will be restful, or only make your next round of questioning that much more painful, I dare not guess.""
"Gaardal Wyght nods "I will accept any small reprieve you can give me.""
"Dovan Dracht uncorks the bottle and dabs a thin layer onto his fingertips."
"Gaardal Wyght watches the man, though he could not do anything even if Dovan used poison. Â But he did gain a bit more trust if the hyur was telling the truth"
"Dovan Dracht smirks. "Now, Gaardal...just tell me where it hurts...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""I'm sure you don'e feel like rubbing an injured nut ... my worst pain is my right leg.""
"Gaardal Wyght nods his head to the elg, the clothing behind the knee sliced open. Â The wound looked burned shut"
"Gaardal Wyght",""don't piss off a woman with an 'antelope zipper'.""
"Dovan Dracht looks amused. "I wouldn't be so sure about that...I'm not going to take you out to dinner first, but you seem like a modern sort of fellow...""
"You burst out laughing at Dovan Dracht."
"Gaardal Wyght",""One of those miqo'te has a fettish for balls. Â Took my eye then one testicle.""
"You shrug at Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht rolls up the torn right pant leg, and begins deftly massaging the ointment into the exposed tissue."
"Gaardal Wyght sucks in a hissing breath through his teeth at the first touch, but it isn't long before the pain that radiated through his leg began to subside into a dull roar."
"Dovan Dracht",":The contact is not comfortable, and Dovan "accidentally" jabs the man in an especially tender spot a couple of times, but almost as soon as the ointment makes contact, a pleasant numbness replaces the throbbing ache."
"Gaardal Wyght flinches, but sees the pain as nothing more than an annoyance, even if the other man caused it. Â All he knew was he could think straight"
"Gaardal Wyght closes his eye with a groan "Twelve bless you that did the trick.""
"Dovan Dracht rolls the pant leg back down, re-corks the bottle, and replaces it in his pouch."
"Dovan Dracht shakes his head, chuckling. "There's nothing for it now, but...surely, Hext did not think Driftwood Coast would agreeably endure the slight of having their woman taken? A sweet little blond thing leaving snarls of romantic entanglements in her wake?""
"Gaardal Wyght grunts, shrugging slightly "Hext saw the girl as nothing more than a means to an end. Â He had made the deal with the Amaalj'aa before she found solace with the Delwyn boy.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""If you wish my opinion, I did not agree with his tactics. Â I counsled him to forget about her and use his energy elsewhere.""
"Dovan Dracht",""He could have taken some quiet, retiring soul, or a more homely individual, or...well, basically, he tapped into some well-worn archetypes. It seems if one does not wish for one's enemies to ride in, playing hero, then one would not make such an overblown show of kidnapping the princess, as it were...""
"Dovan Dracht",""Perhaps he never found the time to take in a performance at the Mhi Khetto.""
"Gaardal Wyght gives a nod "I agree. Â But when Garston gets his hooks into something he does not let go. Â He saw it as if the Drifters went into his house and literally stole from him.""
"You burst out laughing at Dovan Dracht."
((The sounds of voices waft in from the next room))
"Dovan Dracht cocks his head, listening, then gestures toward the next room."
"Gaardal Wyght turns to face the door, frowning."
"Dovan Dracht stands abruptly, and addresses Gaardal in a sneering tone."
"Dovan Dracht",""Well, my *dear* friend, it has been *ever* so much fun to have this little chat. Do try to keep from bleeding all over the floor, it's a real inconvenience to keep a hovel like this tidy in the first place...""
"Gaardal Wyght growls in response to the words "I can't wait for our next chat .. believe me. Â I ain't going anywhere.""
"Dovan Dracht blows you a kiss."
Please note. Â This was done secretly, so all information you read is to be kept OOC knowledge until those persons named within divulge it ICly. Â Thanks!
"Dovan Dracht gazes upon you in deep reflection."
"Gaardal Wyght slumps against the wall, this time awake as the guards forced him to eat as a healer fed him. Â Most of his clothes are covered in dirt and blood"
"Dovan Dracht",":to himself: Is the poor oaf somehow asleep? Has he finally expired?"
"Dovan Dracht","Ah, no, he stirs to life!"
"Dovan Dracht claps his hands together. "Wonderful! ...though, I imagine, less so for you, my dear fellow...""
"Gaardal Wyght raises his head, hearing a voice "Another one? Â Come .. let's get this over with.""
"Dovan Dracht glances about to make sure the two of them are truly alone."
"Gaardal Wyght - There are no guards about"
"Dovan Dracht","Well then! Let us chat. Though I imagine you're quite a bit les enamored of these "chats" at this point..."
"Gaardal Wyght grunts, his hands still bound behind him as he lays his head back on the wall "Quite. Â Though most have been one sided.""
"Dovan Dracht looks Gaardal over, raising an eyebrow at his many wounds. "You have certainly been put through the wringer, my friend...""
"Gaardal Wyght laughs dryly "Lost an eye, a ball, earlobe, mangled right leg ... my apologies if I did not clean myself up before you arrived.""
"Dovan Dracht smirks. "I suppose I can forgive this breach of etiquette just this once...""
"Gaardal Wyght cannot help but chuckle at that."
"You laugh at Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht frowns slightly. "It may be gauche of me to say, but...I suppose you've already gleaned it's unlikely that you will make it out of here alive.""
"Gaardal Wyght nods "I accepted that. Â The others have their fun, then heal me up so i don't die on them. Â Yet.""
"Dovan Dracht",""M'yess, their technique appears somewhat sloppy, by the look of you, but they've done well enough prolonging the affair...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Will you do the same? Â I'm sure you can think of something creative to get your information.""
"Dovan Dracht laughs."
"Dovan Dracht",""Seven hells, man! Have you any information remaining within your poor, abused skull?""
"Gaardal Wyght",""I have quite a large amount. Â I just don't like to share freely.""
"You smirk confidently at Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht tilts his head, considering something."
"Dovan Dracht",""Hmm. You do have quite the treasure trove of information, at that.""
"Dovan Dracht",""Or so you claimed, at least.""
"Gaardal Wyght raises a brow, his good eye sizing the man up. Â "Try me. Â The right questions just weren't asked.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I'm sure those mysterious, now long-gone letters were chock full of thrilling secrets to know and tell...""
"Gaardal Wyght - His back straightens slightly, an expression touching his face "Ah, yes. Â A shame that deal could not have been made sooner with those letters.""
"Dovan Dracht",""Ah, and after you bargained so valiantly for his identity, there stands our Mr. Dresdyn not far outside the door. I'm sure you must be very pleased with your success...""
"Gaardal Wyght - His lip turns up in a sneer "The fool thinks if he kills me that will be the end of being hunted. Â Amazing how fast word travels in Ul'Dah.""
"You nod to Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht consoles you."
"Dovan Dracht",""You may not be around to see it, but others will come for him. That is simple fact.""
"Dovan Dracht",""The Drifters grow daily in number and power, so they may well fend off such attempts, again and again.""
"Gaardal Wyght frowns "I have noticed. Â They breed like rabbits.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""And others will come. Â He won't be able to sleep, eat .. take a piss without someone watching.""
"You burst out laughing at Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht smirks. "Perhaps he is into that sort of thing, and it won't be much of a punishment at all...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Hah! Â If so, he is a strange one. Â Though I am not surprised. Â The bastard keeps Rendafel's tooth on a necklace.""
"Gaardal Wyght growls, hands balled into fists, he makes the ropes that hold his wrists groan as he strains the material"
"Dovan Dracht raises his eyebrows, bemused. "As if that is some sort of impressive trophy... ""
"Gaardal Wyght",""He thinks it is. Â Picked it up after apparently punching the boy in the jaw. Â I told him to leave the boy alone ...""
"Dovan Dracht",""All that brash lad wanted to do was avenge his sister. This is no strange thing.""
"Gaardal Wyght nods, totally agreeing"
"Dovan Dracht",""When I heard what happened to that poor girl...well. One does become quite desensitized, over the years, but it was a fair shade more gruesome than I'd have anticipated.""
"Gaardal Wyght flares his nostrils a moment "She may have been too eager to do her job, but that is no way to die. Â To say that Rendafel was devistated is an understatement. Â Why Garston called me to train him.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Give him a chance to teach the bastard his place ...""
"Dovan Dracht cocks his head. "Do you truly care for the boy, then? Attachment can be...well, quite a bit more a curse than a blessing.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""He may be a gangly whelp, but he has his merits. Â For one he doesn't give up when he fails. Â His family is well respected with Garston. Â I respect the boy's father greatly.""
"Gaardal Wyght","If Rendafel were to be killed ... *he trails off, looking away from the man, the sound of teeth grinding against each other*"
"Dovan Dracht nods to you."
"Dovan Dracht sits up on his knees. "Gaardal....I...cannot stick my neck out for you overmuch. You know how these things go. These Drifters are reckless, but strong. Strong can be a good asset to have around.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Strength can be, yes ...""
"Gaardal Wyght warily listens to the man, wondering what he is getting at"
"Dovan Dracht leans in closer, lowering his voice even more. "But...I want to do right by you." He looks up into Gaardal's one good eye. "I want to do right by Rendafel.""
"Gaardal Wyght - His good eye widens slightly, his expression softening. Â Could one of them actually care one onze? Â "I ... just want to keep him out of all this mess.""
"Dovan Dracht looks away, looking annoyed by his own impassioned speech."
"Dovan Dracht",""I am an overfond fool...""
"Gaardal Wyght chuckles "I could say the same for myself. Â Though not out in public.""
"Dovan Dracht looks back at Gaardal. "And I want that, too. I would like to see you out of these ropes, as well, my friend, so that you may get back to the business of dealing pain, rather than only receiving it. So greedy you've been lately...""
"Dovan Dracht shrugs apologetically. "...but that may be beyond my means.""
"Gaardal Wyght seems quite interested in what he says, shifting his weight to turn more towards him "What ideas do you have? Â I want to get out of here. Â I will do ... anything to do so.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I want...well, perhaps 'want' is a strong word, these people are terrifying and I am loathe to incite their ire...but I wish to help accomplish two things.""
"Gaardal Wyght - His brows furrow, hearing his words. Â Could they be turning on this man as well?"
"Dovan Dracht",""One, I can see that your priority is protecting this Rendafel. It could be that he will keep his distance, wait to grow stronger...but if my allies are any example, I think he will not.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I need to know how to get through to him. Where can I find him, yes, but if he's hidden well enough, we'll have no trouble in the first place. But how to steer him away from all this madness?""
"Dovan Dracht",""I fear his passions may not be easily cooled...""
"Gaardal Wyght licks his lips, tasting dry blood on them. Â He looks down at his mangled right leg, then back to the man "If I know Rendafel, he would have gone back to his house in Gridania. Â They are prominent there, with many summer houses and the like.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""The injuries he took would keep him low for a time. Â But he should be there.""
"Dovan Dracht nods to you."
"Gaardal Wyght",""As to speak with him, talk to Barnabaix, their butler. Â The man has served there longer than you or I have lived.""
"Dovan Dracht begins thinking aloud. "Perhaps I could plant a false trail for him to follow? Wouldn't be easy, if he's any good, but it may be worth a go...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""False trail? Â Who are you looking to ... don't tell me that bastard is looking for him?!""
"Dovan Dracht",""The butler, you say? Hmm. Another watchful protector, I suppose?""
"Gaardal Wyght gives a nod "He has the boy's ear as well as his father's. Â If anyone can get through to him, Barnabaix can.""
"Dovan Dracht",""It's premature, but I find myself beginning to feel a bit of hope.""
"Gaardal Wyght sighs, relaxing just bit, a blessing especially what has happened in this room the past few days"
"Gaardal Wyght",""I don't know how he will be. Â I never got the chance to talk to him ...""
"Dovan Dracht",""As for the other part...I should, as I say, like to see you free of this place. For your own well-being, and so we don't have this damned inconvenient dual hostage situation hanging over our heads for another fortnight.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""I agree.""
"Dovan Dracht",""Should the opportunity present itself, perhaps we can make a go of it. Should it not...well.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I shudder to think of your spirit forever trapped in this dank hole, bound by rage and unfinished business, unable to re-enter the Lifestream to be with those who have gone before...""
"Gaardal Wyght flicks his eye towards the door, then to the man. Â His jaw clenches, straining at the ropes around his wrists once again, blood dripping on the floor. Â "I will do anything to be gone from here.""
"Dovan Dracht",""...and, quite frankly, the Drifters would likely use this room for interrogation a second time, and we'd have to deal with an unruly prisoner *and* a moaning spook.""
"Dovan's eyes gleam as Gaardal speaks the word "anything.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I wonder...hmm. Secrets can create such an atmosphere of distrust, of chaos...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""What do you wish to know? Â I can find it.""
"Dovan Dracht",""It may do no good, but...perhaps you could tell me what dirty laundry various members of our little Free Company might be concealing?""
"Dovan Dracht",":hastily: "To be used, of course, only if it's clear Hext isn't going to retrieve you himself. No sense in burning bridges, hmm?""
"Gaardal Wyght grins, teeth stained red and he laughs "Garston is dead. Â But I still sit here. Â All I have done for him. Â But I like you, boy. Â I will tell you what I know.""
"Dovan Dracht tries to look as though this is no surprise to him, but his eyes widen slightly for just a moment, startled at this revelation. He quickly regains his composure."
"Gaardal Wyght",""Garston and Barnabaix did most of the work. Â But they made me privvy to the contents of each.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""The first was to Desmond Aryll. Â At the time, it was said he and the one named Asdrellia Pemberton were a couple, and her life was threatened.""
"Dovan Dracht",":dryly: That does seem to be something of a recurring theme..."
"Gaardal Wyght",""The second was to the one named Sasha Jace. Â Seems there was a man in her life that went missing. Â She searches for him. Â Wriath Blackmane or the like. Â We found him in Limsa, and Garston had him moved to a safehouse in the Silver Bazaar""
"Dovan Dracht rubs his chin. "What is...was...Hext's interest in this Wriath?""
"Gaardal Wyght lightly shrugs "Garston enjoyed having something over another's head. Â He believed holding the man would break the woman into telling Ophianne's killer. Â If not, the man would have just gone .. missing.""
"Dovan Dracht nods to you."
"Gaardal Wyght swallows, not having talked this much in a while "The third was to the one you call Po. Â Seems in his past he killed a number of people. Â Men women and children. Â Something he wishes to be buried and long forgotten.""
"Dovan Dracht",""And what of the bit regarding Desmond? Is he Ms. Pemberton's paramour? I had gotten the sense there was something between her and our glorious leader, Mr. Delwyn...""
"Dovan Dracht",""Oho! So the simple farmer is not so simple as he seems.""
"Gaardal Wyght shakes his head slightly "Last we learned he spurned her. Â She ran to another. Â Amaare Margolis. Â Was another Garston ran into in the past.""
"Dovan Dracht shrugs dramatically. "But who among us is?""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Hext was not so subtle in trading her life and another womans ... Enja ... something. Â Hext had men posted to trail them both""
"Gaardal Wyght nods, understanding his meaning and agreeing"
"Gaardal Wyght",""Zethie Aldis ... found out he is a Garlean. Â How many families wouldn't want to take their anger out on him in a land still rebuilding?""
"Gaardal Wyght frowns lightly, thinking of the last two "Viola Seville was another. Â Hers was a difficult one. Â Seems she was looking for her clan, being a miqo'te.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""barnabaix had found an old cat who seemed to recognize her description and the like. Â So took him to the safehouse in the Silver Bazaar as well.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""And the last? Â Was to that Delwyn boy. Â I am unsure of that one as Garston wrote it himself. Â But from what I gather, it concerned the Drifters in general.""
"Dovan Dracht listens attentively, letting the man say his piece."
"Gaardal Wyght",""Garston sent me after Delwyn, and Rendafel after Aryll.""
"Gaardal Wyght leans back against the wall, coughing "And we know how that turned out. Â Seems Aryll was smarter than we thought as well.""
"Dovan Dracht shrugs and smiles. "To be perfectly honest, I didn't think that plan would play out so smoothly as it did...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""Nor I. Â But I don't question orders. Â Barnabaix and Hext have been at the game longer than I.""
"Dovan Dracht reaches into a large belt pouch. "Something to take the edge off...?""
"Gaardal Wyght eyes the object, his breath quickening "Anything ... if I can just get my strength back ...""
"Dovan Dracht grins. "I was going to offer you a swig of whiskey from my personal flask. It may be of fine quality, yes, but I doubt it posesses the revivifying qualities you seek...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""What is it?""
"Dovan Dracht",""Although...you have been very trusting, giving me this information, after all you've been through. I certainly wouldn't want you to doubt my intentions..""
"Dovan Dracht reveals a bottle containing a green substance."
"Dovan Dracht",""A gift from a lovely elezen woman I met in Costa del Sol. If I apply too much, some actual healing may take place, and I've no doubt my compatriots would consider that a slight.""
"Gaardal Wyght eyes the bottle then the man a grin forming "A terrible slight.""
"Dovan Dracht",""I shudder to think what they'd take in retaliation. Ahem. Anyway...""
"Dovan Dracht",""This should numb the pain quite a bit. Whether this respite will be restful, or only make your next round of questioning that much more painful, I dare not guess.""
"Gaardal Wyght nods "I will accept any small reprieve you can give me.""
"Dovan Dracht uncorks the bottle and dabs a thin layer onto his fingertips."
"Gaardal Wyght watches the man, though he could not do anything even if Dovan used poison. Â But he did gain a bit more trust if the hyur was telling the truth"
"Dovan Dracht smirks. "Now, Gaardal...just tell me where it hurts...""
"Gaardal Wyght",""I'm sure you don'e feel like rubbing an injured nut ... my worst pain is my right leg.""
"Gaardal Wyght nods his head to the elg, the clothing behind the knee sliced open. Â The wound looked burned shut"
"Gaardal Wyght",""don't piss off a woman with an 'antelope zipper'.""
"Dovan Dracht looks amused. "I wouldn't be so sure about that...I'm not going to take you out to dinner first, but you seem like a modern sort of fellow...""
"You burst out laughing at Dovan Dracht."
"Gaardal Wyght",""One of those miqo'te has a fettish for balls. Â Took my eye then one testicle.""
"You shrug at Dovan Dracht."
"Dovan Dracht rolls up the torn right pant leg, and begins deftly massaging the ointment into the exposed tissue."
"Gaardal Wyght sucks in a hissing breath through his teeth at the first touch, but it isn't long before the pain that radiated through his leg began to subside into a dull roar."
"Dovan Dracht",":The contact is not comfortable, and Dovan "accidentally" jabs the man in an especially tender spot a couple of times, but almost as soon as the ointment makes contact, a pleasant numbness replaces the throbbing ache."
"Gaardal Wyght flinches, but sees the pain as nothing more than an annoyance, even if the other man caused it. Â All he knew was he could think straight"
"Gaardal Wyght closes his eye with a groan "Twelve bless you that did the trick.""
"Dovan Dracht rolls the pant leg back down, re-corks the bottle, and replaces it in his pouch."
"Dovan Dracht shakes his head, chuckling. "There's nothing for it now, but...surely, Hext did not think Driftwood Coast would agreeably endure the slight of having their woman taken? A sweet little blond thing leaving snarls of romantic entanglements in her wake?""
"Gaardal Wyght grunts, shrugging slightly "Hext saw the girl as nothing more than a means to an end. Â He had made the deal with the Amaalj'aa before she found solace with the Delwyn boy.""
"Gaardal Wyght",""If you wish my opinion, I did not agree with his tactics. Â I counsled him to forget about her and use his energy elsewhere.""
"Dovan Dracht",""He could have taken some quiet, retiring soul, or a more homely individual, or...well, basically, he tapped into some well-worn archetypes. It seems if one does not wish for one's enemies to ride in, playing hero, then one would not make such an overblown show of kidnapping the princess, as it were...""
"Dovan Dracht",""Perhaps he never found the time to take in a performance at the Mhi Khetto.""
"Gaardal Wyght gives a nod "I agree. Â But when Garston gets his hooks into something he does not let go. Â He saw it as if the Drifters went into his house and literally stole from him.""
"You burst out laughing at Dovan Dracht."
((The sounds of voices waft in from the next room))
"Dovan Dracht cocks his head, listening, then gestures toward the next room."
"Gaardal Wyght turns to face the door, frowning."
"Dovan Dracht stands abruptly, and addresses Gaardal in a sneering tone."
"Dovan Dracht",""Well, my *dear* friend, it has been *ever* so much fun to have this little chat. Do try to keep from bleeding all over the floor, it's a real inconvenience to keep a hovel like this tidy in the first place...""
"Gaardal Wyght growls in response to the words "I can't wait for our next chat .. believe me. Â I ain't going anywhere.""
"Dovan Dracht blows you a kiss."