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does the books jar any memories of anything for Rubin? Is it at all related to anything they have been working on? Doesn't seem useful if not, but I cannot recall anything myself...

  Despite my grammer errors above, anything on this?

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does the books jar any memories of anything for Rubin? Is it at all related to anything they have been working on? Doesn't seem useful if not, but I cannot recall anything myself...

  Despite my grammer errors above, anything on this?

 (Whoops, my bad.)

Rubin, you remember that this matches the description of something the missing Mirabar delegation was carrying.

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"You may not know him personally but the name rolls off your tongue too easily to have never spoke it before or perhaps heard it." Tyde grabs hold of the front of Quanderil's shirt and leans in close. "It's not worth protecting him." 

 Quanderil sneers at Tyde.

”I’ve heard many names, idiot.  Just because I’ve heard his name doesn’t mean I know who he is.”

Rubin comes out of the ship, carrying the books. he places them down on the ground before the pirate. "So, tell me what you are doing with books from the missing deligation." he snaps at the mage-pirate. Glancing to his companions, Rubin explains... "These books are the ones that were described to us, as part of the missing deligation we have been trying to find. They were aboard this man's ship, so I think there will be a lot of interested official-types wishing to know why they were there,and, exactly, what this mage here had to do with their disappearance."

Quanderil shrugs.

"I bought them off of someone, they looked nice.  Not my business who he was or where he got it from, if they’re stolen I’ll of course return them."

He glares at Tyde.

"How many times do I have to tell you—I.  Don’t.  Know.  Him.  One of my passengers probably mentioned his name around me, but again—bad business practice to snoop into your passengers’ business."

(Just one—and he looks like Quanderil’s hired muscle or bodyguard of some sort.)

Rubin wants an insight check on what he says about buying the books. Insight: 13 Passive is 13.

"I am not ready for him to be let free." Rubin stops anyone from untieing the mage.

Xanranzan makes his way up top as well after searching the ship top to bottom, and joins the others. Although he had a bit of a frown on his face from finding no secrets, he eventually shrugged it off and looked on curiously to the interrogation.

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Rubin comes out of the ship, carrying the books. he places them down on the ground before the pirate. "So, tell me what you are doing with books from the missing deligation." he snaps at the mage-pirate. Glancing to his companions, Rubin explains... "These books are the ones that were described to us, as part of the missing deligation we have been trying to find. They were aboard this man's ship, so I think there will be a lot of interested official-types wishing to know why they were there,and, exactly, what this mage here had to do with their disappearance."

Kethra's eyes would bug out once these books are revealed...the party's first major, tangible, actually actual clue about the missing delegates!! As soon as it looks like Mr. Tyde is finished with Quanderil, she would run up and seize him right up there with Rubin, making sure his mouth can't speak a word.

"You disrespected my friends so you know what that means? That means you disrespected me! This is strike two, you little good-for-nothing!"

She angrily tightens her grip on his jaw with her +4 +5 Strength and wiggles it around, threatening to make him try to bite his tongue off (but not actually doing it!) Grapple? 12 (add another +1 to this roll)

"I saw a hideout where big rats picked the bones clean of people, a child being punished with weird devices, all guarded by men fanatically fighting to their last breath with weird markings on their head. And you know where their trail led to? Right to you!  So you better think about your next words!!"

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Xanranzan makes his way up top as well after searching the ship top to bottom, and joins the others. Although he had a bit of a frown on his face from finding no secrets, he eventually shrugged it off and looked on curiously to the interrogation.

Just in time to see this...with totally no context involved.

(Did I say curious? Well, certainly that AND now confused. But too curious and worried to actually intervene in any way. lol)

(Will update tomorrow.)

Quanderil crosses his arms.  Well, within his bonds.

"I’m well within my rights to withhold information about my clients—and that’s assuming I know any in the first place, which I don’t.  I took a band of less than savory individuals up to the keep by here, Rivergard.  One of them sold me that book.  I don’t know anything else."

(Rubin, he seems to be truthful.)

"And who else was with these less than savory individuals?" Rubin asks. "What prisoners did they have with them? You are acting like you were not involved with this, but you just admitted to aiding those who attacked the deligation that went missing, and who sold you this book. Who else was with them when you gave them this ride you mentioned?"

Quanderil’ s bodyguard blinks myopically.

"Boss?  Who’s Miraj?"

Wuanderil scoffs.

"I told you—just a group of well armed individuals.  No prisoners, no odd clothing, nothing.  Just a . . .feel, you understand?"

When Quanderil scoffs back, Kethra checks her nails on her free hand and flicks the dirt off of them right at his face. When the halfling wakes up and raises his head, she checks him for a forehead tattoo, then uses her fingers to feel one on his skull bone, just like she did Quanderil, but more gently and with less dirt on her hand.

Perception, if needed: 14

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Tyde goes very still and looks right at Quanderil, meeting him eye to eye, "Was Miraj with them?"

"Did any of them say anything about what they might be up to?"

Being the 'bad cop' again, Kethra interrupts, "Maybe it's time to take him out to the woods and start cutting him up, like you said before! Or we should just take him out and start interrogating his friend here!"

While letting that shock set in, Kethra takes the hand she had around Quanderil's jaw then shoves her fingers up his cheeks, to momentarily stop him from talking.

Quickly leaning towards Mr. Tyde's ear she whispers, "I'll explain later, but I'm pretty sure he's confident because he's just stalling for time while he's still on this boat!"

Xanranzan stands there more wide-eyed at the last exchange. But...

Insight: 18.

Fortunately either remembers previous exchange before the guy woke up, or picks up on enough maybe to at least calm a little bit and continue letting things play out. Even the guy was responsible in some way or another with the disappearing dignitaries, it didn't sound like he was fully apart of the cult. Yet.

"Uh, ah... uhm... 'fore ya'll do all that. Uhm... Ya'll ask'im already 'bout dem missing folk around here too?" He asked, and if the answer is no, he'll give the two captured smugglers a pointed and questioning look, raised eyebrow and all.

"Oh right...the legend of the Womfort Bat and these recent kidnappings. Good point!"

Motioning for Xanranzan to come and ask for himself she whispers to Quanderil, "Remember this guy, who decided to put you to sleep instead of killing you? You've got one chance to convince him and it's back to my way."

She picks up the old used apple with a new javelin and smiles at the smuggler.

(Edited! Basically flavor for giving Xanranzan Help to assist with Persuasion lol.)

(Unfortunately Xan wasn't intentionally being mean about it, so I guess persuasion: 20.)

Rubin doesn't think they are likely to get anything more from these two. It has gone on too long, and he starts to worry about someone calling the officials of this area. he puts the book into his pack and moves into the shadows, waiting to see what his companions have in mind.

Quanderil glares you.

"How many times to I have to tell you.  I.  Don’t.  Know.  Who.  Miraj.  Is.  If he walked up to me on the street and greeted me I still wouldn’t know who he is.  And I may deal in some shadier things, but I’m no kidnapper.  Unlike you."