Lucky's little speech actually causes Feorac's bushy eyebrows to raise in understanding and perhaps even a little admiration. The mayor, still wandering in a circuit around the table slapping one hand into the other behind his back, clicks his tongue. "Tis true, tis true." He says, with a tone that sounds very less than happy. "I wonder if it would interest you to know that your red-scaled friend, Drax, was seen leaving town to the north with all of his belongings," he pauses there for just a moment, obviously trying to create some kind of dramatic effect, "and without having taken his payment." Whatever admiration Feorac may have had listening to Lucky's logic is immediately dashed, as is made perfectly clear by the drastic change in his countenance. Bercha continues, "it might further interest you to know that our local High Priestess of the temple of Light, Rivu, has been unable to get any information out of the dragonborn prisoner you brought to us.He's got an uncanny knack for overcoming her magical talents." Mayor Bercha stops his nonchalant walk around the parlor's table and turns his brown eyes to each of the four members of the group calling themselves the Outlanders. His eyes are clearly full of questioning and judgment. "It seems to me unless the lot of you are willing to submit yourselves to Rivu's circle of truth, that we've no sure way of knowing that anything you're saying is true. Unless, of course, you're willing to, at the very least, show us the amulet.If you aren't willing to do one or the other, I've really got no proof at all that you've done anything you were contracted to." After finishing his speech, Bercha runs a calloused hand through his copper hair, brushing a few small wisps out of his face, and then takes a long draught of the tall stone tankard that was sitting beside him at the table.
Feorac, you are welcome to have the amulet back, I’ll take my reward and let you be slaughtered at the hands of those who will come after. I have nothing binding me to this town. I have no wife I care for over whom I would grieve if they were defiled and their entrails left spilled on the ground to be eaten by crows. I have no business which will be burned down to the foundations and blown away in the dust. I have no children that will be rounded up as cattle and matched off as slaves.
But I do care for the destruction of evil, and evil is entwined with this artifact.
Where shall we take it ? How will we protect it ? That’s why we are sitting here in-front of you to tell you we plan to ”deal with it”. But as Lucky says, the more you know the more you are at risk, so again it is your choice, but I see from your eyes you understand this is true.
But might I make a suggestion ? Feorac seems to be a worthy warrior, and it is his amulet after all. Accompany us on this next leg to make sure your legacy is dealt with in a manner with which you agrees, and that we may also benefit from an obvious worthy warrior’s skill.
As to asking questions under Rivu’s magical compulsion, you may do so from me, I have nothing to hide, but be quick, the actions of the Dragonborn indicate we have little time before they catch up with us.
DM is it odd that a backwater town of this size would have a cleric of enough potency to cast circle of truth?
Great question. No, it isn't. The Temple of Light, which constitutes worshipers of all the good deities, is prolific across Eafphqu. Consider a world where the two most common ways to access magical spells are through rigorous study, or religious devotion... Eafphqu is full of clerics and paladins. :)
Edit: Also the actual name of the spell is "Zone of Truth." It's only a 2nd level spell. ;-)
Mills quick acquiescence to be subjected to Rivu's truth revealing magic quite clearly caught Bercha off guard. It was obvious he didn't expect such an easy persuasion in that regard. However, he quickly recovered himself and sent Feorac back out into town to do whatever it is he wanted to do on a warmer than normal winter's day. He then lead the small team of four adventurers to Hyssop Ridge's modest Temple of Light. The building was a squat stone affair, with a rounded bell steeple atop which sat the traditional golden sphere representing Amryn's sun. After going up the short stone steps and through the oak and iron double doors into the narthex, the group's senses were assailed by the pungent smell of incense smoke. Several censors of incense hung on tricord chains from iron hooks jutting from the alcove walls directly adjacent to statues of all the gods and goddesses of The Light. In the opposite end of the temple through the nave the chancel opened up in to a tall domed apse. Behind the temple's main altar a tall statue of Amryn, in his typical representation of an old cloaked man leaning on a scythe, took up much of the dome's open space. When the group enters, Rivu, recognizable because of her thickly braided auburn hair trailing over the back of her splint mail armor, was kneeling on the dais of the chancel just in front of the yellow cloth draped altar. She made no hurry to finish whatever prayers or reverie she was engaged in, and the group waited for a few quiet minutes for the priestess to stand, turn, and walk towards them.
Having only had a brief glance at Rivu previously, the entire group was struck by the intensity of the priestesses beauty. Rivu was beautiful by even the most lofty standards, her large grey eyes were lined with black makeup and yellow-gold eyeshadow dusted her eyelids. Her full lips were painted a dusky rose, and her petite nose sat perfectly symmetrical within the shape of her high cheeked face. Lucky mumbled something about how splint mail had no business showing such voluptuous curves, but Zanoth quickly snapped the halfling to silence. When Rivu came to the last pew of the nave, she pressed one hand on the back of it and leaned her wait on it tilting her entire frame. "What brings you sorry lot to The Light today?" Rivu winked at Mills as she made the sarcastic remark, so he knew she was just teasing.
Before anyone could answer Mayor Bercha spoke up. "I need you to circle these men in a zone of truth, and they all need to willingly subject themselves to the magic. There's answers I need to have from them." Rivu's face made little adjustment upon hearing Bercha's words, so it appeared that they'd either spoken of this before, or that having Rivu use her magic in such a way was commonplace. The priestess invited the group into the center of the church and bade them all take seats in the pews she indicated.
Before casting the spell she said, "If you've never experienced a zone of truth before, I must warn you, it can be a bit unsettling. The magic will feel like an attack on your mind. Just ignore the warnings in your head, and give in to it. I'll know immediately if you haven't."
(OOC: It is entirely up each of you here whether you willingly forgo the Charisma save or attempt to overcome the magic. Realize though that this spell actually says in its description that the caster KNOWS who did and did not make the saving throw. If you want the mayor's trust, you'll just forgo the save. Up to you all. The DC of the Charisma save is 17.)
After the warning Rivu calmly lifts the amulet of her holy symbol and speaks some words of divine magic. Within mere seconds every man of the group feels an assaulting tingle in their mind. Now is the revelatory moment. Does each man of the Outlanders willingly subject themselves to the magic, or fight it?
”I have nothing to hide, my patron seeks truth in battle and glory, not in lies. However do not ask anything outside of the purview of this enquiry, for I will simply refuse to answer at all.”
Zanoth then acquiesces to the magic of the truth spell
Mills tried to straighten up his hair as Rivu teases him, feeling a bit uncomfortable being directly spoken to by such a beautiful person. He tries to joke, but it just comes out awkward and feeble. "Oh, I wouldn't know how to defend my mind against uh... Well, a - uh um... Yes, ma'am."
He shuts up, turning red and specifically avoids looking at anyone as he submits to the zone of truth.
Goraquel objects rather harshly "I will not be treated as some sort of common thug or thief to be put under a spell and forced to speak by a local cleric of some God. You have questions of me then ask them but I will not be subjected to your spells. If the others wish to be treated like they are the ones who stole this trinket then by all means have at it. This backwater town wants the amulet back, let them have it and allow them to all be slaughtered. This is an outrage to be treated as a petty criminal"
Zanoth smiles at Gor and puts a hand gently on his shoulder;
“Gor, calm down. My “previous order” was well acquainted with this Zone, and unless coupled with physical coercion is harmless. It does not force you to speak, or even speak the truth, rather it prevents you telling a purposeful lie. They have not accused anyone of lying, rather our disclosure of this item being an artifact puts an onus on them to make sure it is dealt with correctly, which they want to affirm.
Why dont you stand aside, see what questions they ask and how they are answered before making any judgement.”
Zanoth helps ease Gor's tension and aggravation with his explanation "If that is what you say then I will trust your words. Apologies for my outburst.." Gor stands aside and lets the others do the talking
Rivu seemed completely unfazed by Gor's minor outburst. She simply cocked one eyebrow, and wrinkled her nose a bit. Watching Zanoth masterfully calm Gor down, the beautiful priestess smiled at him and gave him a nod of respect. Her spell completed, she feels the magical energy, and says, "Well, all them that are within the spell's area have acquiesced, as requested. Might not be my place, but that right there tells me all I need to know about the lot of them." Rivu winks at Zanoth and turns up one corner of her mouth in a flirtatious smirk, then leans her bum against the back of the nearest pew.
"That's all well and good, Rivu, but I need some real answers out of them too." And it is answers Bercha attempts to get. Bercha hits the group with a barrage of questions, barely waiting long enough for them to properly answer before he beings with the next. His questions are: "Did you really find Feorac's stolen amulet? Did you learn why the Dragonborn took it? If so, why did they take it? What makes its existence so dangerous for us? If you do take the amulet elsewhere for safety, to whom will you take it? Is there anything else I need to know to protect the citizens of Hyssop Ridge?"
Zanoth listens to the questions, none of which are “personal” in nature, all reasonable and related to the Amulet.
Did you really find Feorac's stolen amulet?
If by “find” you mean track down those who stole it from Feorac, engage in deadly battle with them and then retrieve it off their corpses, “Yes”.
Did you learn why the Dragonborn took it?
Yes.
If so, why did they take it?
“They believe it is a powerful artifact that is a key to something or somewhere very powerful which will enable them to conquer the lands.”
What makes its existence so dangerous for us
“The Disciples of Kraiula, a sect of the Dragonborn army wants it, so if it’s here, the dragon army or it’s minions will come here to get it, and next time it won’t be a few skeletons and a dead villager or two.”
If you do take the amulet elsewhere for safety, to whom will you take it?
“This is still to be decided and discussed with those present.”
Is there anything else I need to know to protect the citizens of Hyssop Ridge?"
“Another band led by someone called Nargha were searching for it, and their advice is to evacuate the town and head to Haighynmoor as they believe the danger is so great"
Zanoth continues;
Now, given I have answered all your questions, none were of a personal nature, I see no need to subject others of our group to such invasive magics.
Can we move on quickly and discuss what you are going to do with the Dragonborn prisoner, what we want to do about Drax, and what we should do with the amulet. The longer we dally the longer we give others whose purpose is nefarious to pursue their goals.
When Zanoth answered the mayor's questions, Rivu, who leaned on the back of a nearby pew seemingly completely disinterested, as if she were only the conduit of the magic and otherwise not involved, suddenly changed her demeanor considerably. She stoop up straight, and listened with rapt attention. She tossed glances at Bercha occasionally, but kept her focus on Zanoth. When he finished she spoke before the mayor could. "This is not something to take lightly, Bercha!" The way she said his name sounded very much like a mother scolding her child. The Outlanders all looked at the mayor to see how he'd take to being chided so. If he disliked it, he made no show of it. "Especially when Taltheth's threats sound terribly similar. Keeping that amulet here, no matter what magic it might possess, endangers everyone. The religion of Kraiula is not unknown to the Order of Faith. In order to further the Light, we must understand the Dark. Kraiula's followers, even among non-dragon kind, are fearless and stubbornly focused. If they think this trinket is some kind of key to their goddess' ancient power, they'll send their entire army to claim it, should that be necessary." She paused then thinking about Zanoth's plea for discussion of what to do next.
"If you were looking for advice, I'd say send Taltheth and that amulet in two different directions. Keeping them together only makes it easier for hunters to track them both. Send Taltheth to Eoran in Silver Valley, some of his men who came to roundup the runaway widows are still in town. They'll be all to happy to bring a dragonborn prisoner to the Eorl. This lot has proved themselves capable. Send them to Rydwyrna with the amulet. If they're willing, I'd suggest taking it to the Order of Faith. They'll be better equipped to decipher the amulet's intricacies." Following her suggestions, Rivu stared at Mayor Bercha with her piercing grey eyes waiting for him to summon a worthy answer.
It didn't take the mayor much time to process Zanoth and Rivu's implications. "I'd say that's a fine idea, Rivu." He reached into the leather satchel that sat on his hip and pulled out four small leather bags that gave the clink of coin as he set them on the pew in front of him. "If you lot are willing to take the amulet to the Republic capitol, more power to you. Either way, I want it gone, and quickly. As to your old friend Drax, who seems to have abandoned you. I can only hope he's not running to his superiors as we speak trying to curry favor with knowledge of the amulet's whereabouts. If you see him on the road, I'd say attack first, ask questions later."
Lucky all but dove on the sack of coins nearest to him. He hefted it for a moment on the back of his right hand, and smiled, nodding at Zanoth to indicate it felt like the correct weight to be their 120gp payments. Rivu clicked her tongue at the greed of the halfling, and then reached a hand out to grab Zanoth's bicep. "The Temple of Light is at your aid again. Let me know how I can ready and speed you on your way."
Zanoth listened to Rivu and Bercha, realizing the seriousness of the situation but also realizing this was not the end of the world… at least not yet.
”Gor, Lucky, looks like you’re off the hook and can step back… unless you want to tell me who your first love was, and Lucky how much you’ve.. err, “borrowed” from me”.
<Turning to Bercha>
“I would suggest putting Taltheth to death right now, quickly and humanely of course. Any magics to extract information can always be done after death, and his continued life risks this town and this quest. But… that of course is your decision, as he is in your hands now… unless you want to off-load that responsibility ?”
<Not expecting a response, as townsfolk like these had never been faced with hard decisions like that, and most clerics of faith shied away from capital punishment>
"Pretty sure in these parts, they just call it what it is: a hangin'. Let's get to it, we got a lot o' ground to cover." Mills brushes his hand through his hair and wipes it on his shirt.
Gor looks quizzically at Zanoth wondering if he wants an answer....Gor answers "My one and only love is The Empress." He pauses and nods in agreement with the plan "This plan is agreeable. Do what you want with the prisoner, we take the amulet to Rydwyrna"
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Lucky's little speech actually causes Feorac's bushy eyebrows to raise in understanding and perhaps even a little admiration. The mayor, still wandering in a circuit around the table slapping one hand into the other behind his back, clicks his tongue. "Tis true, tis true." He says, with a tone that sounds very less than happy. "I wonder if it would interest you to know that your red-scaled friend, Drax, was seen leaving town to the north with all of his belongings," he pauses there for just a moment, obviously trying to create some kind of dramatic effect, "and without having taken his payment." Whatever admiration Feorac may have had listening to Lucky's logic is immediately dashed, as is made perfectly clear by the drastic change in his countenance. Bercha continues, "it might further interest you to know that our local High Priestess of the temple of Light, Rivu, has been unable to get any information out of the dragonborn prisoner you brought to us. He's got an uncanny knack for overcoming her magical talents." Mayor Bercha stops his nonchalant walk around the parlor's table and turns his brown eyes to each of the four members of the group calling themselves the Outlanders. His eyes are clearly full of questioning and judgment. "It seems to me unless the lot of you are willing to submit yourselves to Rivu's circle of truth, that we've no sure way of knowing that anything you're saying is true. Unless, of course, you're willing to, at the very least, show us the amulet. If you aren't willing to do one or the other, I've really got no proof at all that you've done anything you were contracted to." After finishing his speech, Bercha runs a calloused hand through his copper hair, brushing a few small wisps out of his face, and then takes a long draught of the tall stone tankard that was sitting beside him at the table.
DM is it odd that a backwater town of this size would have a cleric of enough potency to cast circle of truth?
Paladin - warforged - orange
Great question. No, it isn't. The Temple of Light, which constitutes worshipers of all the good deities, is prolific across Eafphqu. Consider a world where the two most common ways to access magical spells are through rigorous study, or religious devotion... Eafphqu is full of clerics and paladins. :)
Edit: Also the actual name of the spell is "Zone of Truth." It's only a 2nd level spell. ;-)
Mills gets up and nods to Bercha. "I cain't promise to tell ya ever-thang, but I can tell ya some. Let go see your Rivu."
Paladin - warforged - orange
Lucky seems uncomfortable with the idea of a zone of truth but nods his agreement.
Mills quick acquiescence to be subjected to Rivu's truth revealing magic quite clearly caught Bercha off guard. It was obvious he didn't expect such an easy persuasion in that regard. However, he quickly recovered himself and sent Feorac back out into town to do whatever it is he wanted to do on a warmer than normal winter's day. He then lead the small team of four adventurers to Hyssop Ridge's modest Temple of Light. The building was a squat stone affair, with a rounded bell steeple atop which sat the traditional golden sphere representing Amryn's sun. After going up the short stone steps and through the oak and iron double doors into the narthex, the group's senses were assailed by the pungent smell of incense smoke. Several censors of incense hung on tricord chains from iron hooks jutting from the alcove walls directly adjacent to statues of all the gods and goddesses of The Light. In the opposite end of the temple through the nave the chancel opened up in to a tall domed apse. Behind the temple's main altar a tall statue of Amryn, in his typical representation of an old cloaked man leaning on a scythe, took up much of the dome's open space. When the group enters, Rivu, recognizable because of her thickly braided auburn hair trailing over the back of her splint mail armor, was kneeling on the dais of the chancel just in front of the yellow cloth draped altar. She made no hurry to finish whatever prayers or reverie she was engaged in, and the group waited for a few quiet minutes for the priestess to stand, turn, and walk towards them.
Having only had a brief glance at Rivu previously, the entire group was struck by the intensity of the priestesses beauty. Rivu was beautiful by even the most lofty standards, her large grey eyes were lined with black makeup and yellow-gold eyeshadow dusted her eyelids. Her full lips were painted a dusky rose, and her petite nose sat perfectly symmetrical within the shape of her high cheeked face. Lucky mumbled something about how splint mail had no business showing such voluptuous curves, but Zanoth quickly snapped the halfling to silence. When Rivu came to the last pew of the nave, she pressed one hand on the back of it and leaned her wait on it tilting her entire frame. "What brings you sorry lot to The Light today?" Rivu winked at Mills as she made the sarcastic remark, so he knew she was just teasing.
Before anyone could answer Mayor Bercha spoke up. "I need you to circle these men in a zone of truth, and they all need to willingly subject themselves to the magic. There's answers I need to have from them." Rivu's face made little adjustment upon hearing Bercha's words, so it appeared that they'd either spoken of this before, or that having Rivu use her magic in such a way was commonplace. The priestess invited the group into the center of the church and bade them all take seats in the pews she indicated.
Before casting the spell she said, "If you've never experienced a zone of truth before, I must warn you, it can be a bit unsettling. The magic will feel like an attack on your mind. Just ignore the warnings in your head, and give in to it. I'll know immediately if you haven't."
(OOC: It is entirely up each of you here whether you willingly forgo the Charisma save or attempt to overcome the magic. Realize though that this spell actually says in its description that the caster KNOWS who did and did not make the saving throw. If you want the mayor's trust, you'll just forgo the save. Up to you all. The DC of the Charisma save is 17.)
After the warning Rivu calmly lifts the amulet of her holy symbol and speaks some words of divine magic. Within mere seconds every man of the group feels an assaulting tingle in their mind. Now is the revelatory moment. Does each man of the Outlanders willingly subject themselves to the magic, or fight it?
Zanoth steps forward.
Zanoth then acquiesces to the magic of the truth spell
Mills tried to straighten up his hair as Rivu teases him, feeling a bit uncomfortable being directly spoken to by such a beautiful person. He tries to joke, but it just comes out awkward and feeble. "Oh, I wouldn't know how to defend my mind against uh... Well, a - uh um... Yes, ma'am."
He shuts up, turning red and specifically avoids looking at anyone as he submits to the zone of truth.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Goraquel objects rather harshly "I will not be treated as some sort of common thug or thief to be put under a spell and forced to speak by a local cleric of some God. You have questions of me then ask them but I will not be subjected to your spells. If the others wish to be treated like they are the ones who stole this trinket then by all means have at it. This backwater town wants the amulet back, let them have it and allow them to all be slaughtered. This is an outrage to be treated as a petty criminal"
Zanoth smiles at Gor and puts a hand gently on his shoulder;
Zanoth helps ease Gor's tension and aggravation with his explanation "If that is what you say then I will trust your words. Apologies for my outburst.." Gor stands aside and lets the others do the talking
Lucky just stands next to Zanoth hands clapsed behind his head in an easy posture.
Rivu seemed completely unfazed by Gor's minor outburst. She simply cocked one eyebrow, and wrinkled her nose a bit. Watching Zanoth masterfully calm Gor down, the beautiful priestess smiled at him and gave him a nod of respect. Her spell completed, she feels the magical energy, and says, "Well, all them that are within the spell's area have acquiesced, as requested. Might not be my place, but that right there tells me all I need to know about the lot of them." Rivu winks at Zanoth and turns up one corner of her mouth in a flirtatious smirk, then leans her bum against the back of the nearest pew.
"That's all well and good, Rivu, but I need some real answers out of them too." And it is answers Bercha attempts to get. Bercha hits the group with a barrage of questions, barely waiting long enough for them to properly answer before he beings with the next. His questions are: "Did you really find Feorac's stolen amulet? Did you learn why the Dragonborn took it? If so, why did they take it? What makes its existence so dangerous for us? If you do take the amulet elsewhere for safety, to whom will you take it? Is there anything else I need to know to protect the citizens of Hyssop Ridge?"
Mills clears his throat.
"Yes. I think so. I don't think I should tell you, for your own safety. I shouldn't tell you. I shouldn't tell you. I don't think so."
Paladin - warforged - orange
Zanoth listens to the questions, none of which are “personal” in nature, all reasonable and related to the Amulet.
Zanoth continues;
When Zanoth answered the mayor's questions, Rivu, who leaned on the back of a nearby pew seemingly completely disinterested, as if she were only the conduit of the magic and otherwise not involved, suddenly changed her demeanor considerably. She stoop up straight, and listened with rapt attention. She tossed glances at Bercha occasionally, but kept her focus on Zanoth. When he finished she spoke before the mayor could. "This is not something to take lightly, Bercha!" The way she said his name sounded very much like a mother scolding her child. The Outlanders all looked at the mayor to see how he'd take to being chided so. If he disliked it, he made no show of it. "Especially when Taltheth's threats sound terribly similar. Keeping that amulet here, no matter what magic it might possess, endangers everyone. The religion of Kraiula is not unknown to the Order of Faith. In order to further the Light, we must understand the Dark. Kraiula's followers, even among non-dragon kind, are fearless and stubbornly focused. If they think this trinket is some kind of key to their goddess' ancient power, they'll send their entire army to claim it, should that be necessary." She paused then thinking about Zanoth's plea for discussion of what to do next.
"If you were looking for advice, I'd say send Taltheth and that amulet in two different directions. Keeping them together only makes it easier for hunters to track them both. Send Taltheth to Eoran in Silver Valley, some of his men who came to roundup the runaway widows are still in town. They'll be all to happy to bring a dragonborn prisoner to the Eorl. This lot has proved themselves capable. Send them to Rydwyrna with the amulet. If they're willing, I'd suggest taking it to the Order of Faith. They'll be better equipped to decipher the amulet's intricacies." Following her suggestions, Rivu stared at Mayor Bercha with her piercing grey eyes waiting for him to summon a worthy answer.
It didn't take the mayor much time to process Zanoth and Rivu's implications. "I'd say that's a fine idea, Rivu." He reached into the leather satchel that sat on his hip and pulled out four small leather bags that gave the clink of coin as he set them on the pew in front of him. "If you lot are willing to take the amulet to the Republic capitol, more power to you. Either way, I want it gone, and quickly. As to your old friend Drax, who seems to have abandoned you. I can only hope he's not running to his superiors as we speak trying to curry favor with knowledge of the amulet's whereabouts. If you see him on the road, I'd say attack first, ask questions later."
Lucky all but dove on the sack of coins nearest to him. He hefted it for a moment on the back of his right hand, and smiled, nodding at Zanoth to indicate it felt like the correct weight to be their 120gp payments. Rivu clicked her tongue at the greed of the halfling, and then reached a hand out to grab Zanoth's bicep. "The Temple of Light is at your aid again. Let me know how I can ready and speed you on your way."
Zanoth listened to Rivu and Bercha, realizing the seriousness of the situation but also realizing this was not the end of the world… at least not yet.
”Gor, Lucky, looks like you’re off the hook and can step back… unless you want to tell me who your first love was, and Lucky how much you’ve.. err, “borrowed” from me”.
<Turning to Bercha>
“I would suggest putting Taltheth to death right now, quickly and humanely of course. Any magics to extract information can always be done after death, and his continued life risks this town and this quest. But… that of course is your decision, as he is in your hands now… unless you want to off-load that responsibility ?”
<Not expecting a response, as townsfolk like these had never been faced with hard decisions like that, and most clerics of faith shied away from capital punishment>
“So Outlanders what think you ?”
"Pretty sure in these parts, they just call it what it is: a hangin'. Let's get to it, we got a lot o' ground to cover." Mills brushes his hand through his hair and wipes it on his shirt.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Gor looks quizzically at Zanoth wondering if he wants an answer....Gor answers "My one and only love is The Empress." He pauses and nods in agreement with the plan "This plan is agreeable. Do what you want with the prisoner, we take the amulet to Rydwyrna"