"While he went down easier than expected, that might have been a fluke. I do not know how important any information he might have would be, but, if we have decided to sully our hands with his blood, I would advocate caution and ending him before he has a chance to do harm" Tochi says, deep in thought,
"If this truly is the Black Spider, killing him now would do a great disservice to all those he has harmed. I would have him jailed and interrogated in Neverwinter by my compatriots in the Lord's Alliance. We need to learn what else he knows. But are we even sure this is him? It all seems too...easy," Sildar ponders, answering Roland.
Amid the papers laid across the desk is an iron key with a head shaped like an anvil, and a leather sack of treasure. Inside it, Nemean finds 190 electrum pieces, 130 gold pieces, 15 platinum pieces, nine small gemstones, and a dwarven ale mug made of hammered electrum.
The papers contain a summary of someone's efforts in the mine. Among the pages, Nemean finds a few especially noteworthy passages:
The dwarves came back. The fools really have no idea that we are in here. Are they related to the one with the map? Clansmen, maybe? Regardless, it was embarrassingly easy to slip behind them invisible, kill one, and take the other. Let's see what he knows...
Klarg and his bugbears are making steady progress on the front line, but it could be tendays before they rid this place of the ghouls and zombies that infest it. I grow impatient, but as much as I hate the creatures, it would be a pity to lose such loyalty.
Vhalak tells me the bugbears have not found anything in the rift. Not good enough. They will search until their arms have ground to stumps. My divinations were clear. Something valuable lies hidden in that rift.
The temple has been set as my headquarters. I will find the Forge of Spells, but until then it is getting tiring to keep moving around. Easy enough to set spiders here to keep watch, and it's close enough to the rift that Vhalak can defend me if needed.
At first I thought the dwarf as much a blowhard as the rest of his ilk, but I am beginning to believe he legitimately does not know anything about the mine. I saw his eyes perk at the name Gundren, but that fool had to have let his clan know what he found, surely. Yet, I have interrogated him once or twice each day since his capture, and he still claims no knowledge. I find it hard to believe even the hardiest of dwarves is that strong.
I need to recapture that fool, but it is more important to wipe this place clean. Can't lose any more to that...thing.
OOC: Split evenly, that is 63 ep, 43 gp, 5 pp, and 3 small gemstones.
Left unclaimed is the potion of healing, the dark elf's staff, the iron key, the dwarven mug, 1 ep, and 1 gp.
"If you want to interrogate him, that's fine with me. I won't personally put a lot of trust in anything he has to say. Maybe Gundren can identify him? He is the only Drow that hasn't turned into a weird grey creature upon being injured. We should, at the very least, bind him with ropes." Roland says to Sildar.