🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Well, you ugly thing. Go on, share with everyone what you and your buddies were up to with the pirate? Stealing things, kidnapping people? Right?

- And you're a dwarf with an undershot jaw. So, are we having a constructive conversation? - he waved his hand. - Calm down, you thugs, take it easy. I was already thinking about sharing everything I know in detail and hearing the same from you, but I don't like your tone. I don't have to report to you, you nameless beer lover. Let me outline the situation: you can do whatever your imagination tells you to, although this guy has a better imagination than you. I told him what I know, but the idiot doesn't want to listen. The gods won't help me anyway - I'm the one who ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Because of me"? If you're sure of my involvement, then when I'm back on the carpet, I'll drag you down with me, no doubt about it. And this little girl, she's too rude. Either that, or if I die silently here, it won't save you - you'll rot like a rat. If I don't know anything at all, the outcome is the same. So, calm down and think about something else - until he gets what he wants to know, you won't be in danger of losing your head. I definitely know who he's looking for, at least. He called her the "flower girl." Apparently, she's of critical importance to him. As I see it, we have two options: wait until he cools down and starts a more constructive dialogue, which will happen sooner or later, or when the "accomplices" he's been talking about all day show up. Some of yours, I suppose? Or spend energy on finding a way out of here, no matter how fantastic that chance may be.