Cynric winced when Thrynn prodded the wound on his head, and then again at his low whistle.
“Nasty knock you took,” Thrynn said.
“I know,” Cynric snapped, catching his wrist before he could prod at it again. “What’s the situation in the mine like? How many guards?”
“Most of the prisoners are Forsworn, I think,” Thrynn said, withdrawing his hand. “The guards seem to let them have run of the place, to an extent. And there’s a tunnel of the main shaft, where I heard it said that they keep Madanach locked up. The Forsworn’s king.”
“I remember,” Cynric said, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to recall all of what they had learned about the Forsworn in their misguided hunt for information. “The King in Rags.” His thoughts were fractured, and the knowledge hard to piece together, but he had a fuzzy recollection of the conclusion he had come to before being knocked out. “The one who is working with Thonar Silver-blood. Or was.”
“What do you mean?”
“Thonar took us for more Forsworn,” Cyrnric said. They had stumbled upon the Silver-Blood woman’s body in the hall of the Treasury House. Thonar had returned to the building only a moment later, and come upon the two thieves standing over the his wife’s still-warm corpse. It hadn’t been a massive leap of logic, Cynric thought bitterly. “He screamed about how we betrayed him.” They should have run then, but they’d been too confused, and then the guards had rushed in. “If he took us for Forsworn, what was there to betray?”
“Unless he had some sort of deal with ‘em,” Thrynn said, catching his point.
“Rather like Maven has with the Guild,” Cynric said with a smirk. “The Silver-Bloods rule Markarth just as the Black-Briars rule Riften. Except it looks like Madanach has broken their alliance.” Useless information, most likely.
“Why did you say we killed that woman?”
“Was the first thing I thought of,” Cynric said. “Should cause them a bit of confusion, at least. Provided it was one their people who actually killed her.”
They fell silent, each caught in their own contemplations.
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Escape 2.4/?
Date: 2014-03-02 09:04 am (UTC)“Nasty knock you took,” Thrynn said.
“I know,” Cynric snapped, catching his wrist before he could prod at it again. “What’s the situation in the mine like? How many guards?”
“Most of the prisoners are Forsworn, I think,” Thrynn said, withdrawing his hand. “The guards seem to let them have run of the place, to an extent. And there’s a tunnel of the main shaft, where I heard it said that they keep Madanach locked up. The Forsworn’s king.”
“I remember,” Cynric said, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to recall all of what they had learned about the Forsworn in their misguided hunt for information. “The King in Rags.” His thoughts were fractured, and the knowledge hard to piece together, but he had a fuzzy recollection of the conclusion he had come to before being knocked out. “The one who is working with Thonar Silver-blood. Or was.”
“What do you mean?”
“Thonar took us for more Forsworn,” Cyrnric said. They had stumbled upon the Silver-Blood woman’s body in the hall of the Treasury House. Thonar had returned to the building only a moment later, and come upon the two thieves standing over the his wife’s still-warm corpse. It hadn’t been a massive leap of logic, Cynric thought bitterly. “He screamed about how we betrayed him.” They should have run then, but they’d been too confused, and then the guards had rushed in. “If he took us for Forsworn, what was there to betray?”
“Unless he had some sort of deal with ‘em,” Thrynn said, catching his point.
“Rather like Maven has with the Guild,” Cynric said with a smirk. “The Silver-Bloods rule Markarth just as the Black-Briars rule Riften. Except it looks like Madanach has broken their alliance.” Useless information, most likely.
“Why did you say we killed that woman?”
“Was the first thing I thought of,” Cynric said. “Should cause them a bit of confusion, at least. Provided it was one their people who actually killed her.”
They fell silent, each caught in their own contemplations.