Prison - Republic's Army

The prison is a dark and dank place, being underground beneath the Republic Army's headquarters. Cells line the walls, and the floor is rough stone, not marble. Only two guards are down here, since four guard the trap door above, and they are only here to keep a watch for sick of dying prisoners.

Contents:
Vorothir
Treize
Obvious exits:
 Up <U> leads to Headquarters - Republic's Army.

The cell is damp and dark, with little light filtering in from above. The burly sephil Vorothir sits in one corner, hunched over a leg of meat that he tears at with evident hunger, gulping down large chunks and muttering to himself. Suddenly above the trap door creaks open, and the startled sephil tries to shield his eyes from the sudden light using the joint of meat. His narrow eyes blink stupildy, trying to see whoever is above

Stepping calmly down the stairs and into the prison, the tall figure of Lord Serin slowly resolves itself in the eyes of the prisoners, who are mildly blinded by the sudden light. He pays them no mind though, and heads straight towards one prisoner in particular. The sephnil Vorothir.

Sliding in the door just behind the Lord Serin is a member of the Republic's army. His movements are graceful, and his gaze is penetrating. He says nothing, but looks each prisoner squarely in the eye, looking to the sephnil last. He stays a few steps behind Serin, allowing the Lord to speak to the prisoner first.

Blinking in the light, Vorothir at last sees that two men, one seeming even to his dull mind fairly important, have entered. Hedrops the joint of meat on the floor and tries to stand as erect as his hulking build will allow, looking rather foolish

Lord Serin comes all the way to the cell Vorothir is in, then brings out a ring of keys he got from the guards. Selecting one, he puts it into the lock. Raising an eyebrow at Vorothir, he turns it and opens the door. Passing through it to stay just inside the cell, mere feet away from Vorothir, he says, "Your name is Vorothir, am I correct?"

Vorothir nods his large flat head "Vor'thir tha Razar hunter..pleastermeetcher" he tries to bow, but almost falls against the bars of the cell as he does so. "Whadda ya want?"

Serin looks over to Treize for a moment, and then holds one hand out in a gesture to get the sephnil's attention, "You are here because you attacked a unknown person at a large party at which many of the rich and powerful of the nation were attending. I would like to here your reasons for doing this, despite the events at the time. Did you know this was going to happen, or did you merely react?"

Vorothir blinks his beady eyes in an effort at concentration "din't plan nothin. The jewel looked bad..so I hit it

Serin nods his head slightly, getting a thoughtful look in his eyes, "You found it threatening, so moved against it.." He paces off a step, towards the right, regarding the prison wall for a moment. "You don't know anything about this mage.. This Beurchas? Or about the Yilras that he claims to be from?"

With a slight chuckle, Treize says, "A lie if I've ever seen one. He was nothing more than fake." The man's hand rests lightly on his sword, and he gazes at the sephnil. "But one wonders how his tricks could effect you so greatly." He glances at Serin, "Weak minded ones, these sephnil."

Vorothir shakes his large but evidently thick-skulled head "Dunno what a yi..yilras is. Is that one of thos cat-things" he frowns trying to think "I dunno about that crazy guy either..but when my flail hit the ball it burned me..and said something" he says slowly, then with an uneasy start backs away from the man with his hand on his sword

Lord Serin looks over towards Treize for a moment, then nods slightly, conceding the point to him. He frowns slightly at the man's hand, on his sword, then looks back over towards Vorothir. "It burned you.. Which we can see for ourselves.." He waves his hand slightly, pushing that point aside, "And you say it said something to you.. what did it say?"

Vorothir tries to remeber "It was picutres not just words..I saw a big flat place then something huge and dark..hit it or somethin'. And then..there was the black pool, jus like I saw it a moon ago. Then someone laughed..real mena,like knives in my back..and said "rotting meat' (the closest his vocabulary comes to "foul carrion") you are a fool to fight me..I made you! Then my arm burnt..and it was gone" he says, rather disjointedly

Treize almost laughs out loud. "Lies. More lies. Youre in this with that foolish Aelf, aren't you? Lord Serin we are wasting our time. This 'Faris' does not exist. The aelf is a fool, and this sephnil is nothing but a way for him to make his story more believeable. This 'Yilras' needs to be hunted down and killed, as does this creature."

Vorothir hears the words of the guard and with a rumbling growl moves towards him angrily, flexing the rope-veined muscles of his huge arms "Whaddid you say?"

Serin holds a hand up, "Not so fast Treize. There may be some truth to these words, and whether or not the aelf spoke truth, the sephnil before us may have seen the images he claimed on shattered the orbs on that staff. Vorothir may have been used as nothing more than a tool, but that is no reason to terminate his life." Shifting to Vorothir he says, "I have no intention of killing you. But, honestly now, do you have any connection in the least to the aelf, or is he completely and totally unknown to you?"

Vorothir says, "I dunno who the old crazy wuz..but the thing in the jewel was real I may not be smart..but I can't be fooled so easy. I'd never seen the old loonie before" hesays"

Grinning at the sephnil, Treize says, "I called you a liar is what I said. I don't think there is anything youre going to do about it, either. You and that Aelf worked out this little plot to try and draw the eye of the republic to you. What are you planning? Attacks? Where will you attack us?"

Vorothir growls, a low rumbling sound like thunder "Didja just call me a liar, manscum?" he asks, moving ominously toward the human "Better take it back"

Serin grimaces slightly, and waves his hand in a cutting motion towards Treize, signaling for the other to fall silent. Outloud, he says, "I didn't come here to listen to Treize's conspiracy theories, or to verbal combat between you two." Turning to gaze upon Vorothir, he says, "I believe you have nothing to do with this Beurchas, and may have stopped him from pulling some other tricks on those gathered. On the other hand, you attacked him before his true intent could be read. When you leave here, you will leave unarmed."

Vorothir barely notices his words "I don need arms..not to rip up that guy" says Vorothir, hardl;y noticing the mans words "I'll rip ya to shreds even without my flail" he says to Treize "If you don take that back"

Treize just laughs. "I don't take back the truth." Looking to Serin, the Major says, "I have heard enough to have my theories confirmed. I no longer wish to speak to this foolish creature. Do yourself a favor and have him slain at dawn." Treize then opens the door and moves quickly outside, letting it close behind him.

Serin watches Treize's retreating figure, and shakes his head slightly, muttering, "That one sees enemies in everything." Turning back to Vorothir, he says, "Tomorrow morning, the guards will release you without your weapons. I will tell them to do so. Goodnight, Vorothir." He leaves the cell then, quickly locking the door and turning to walk from the dungeon.

Still muttering and rumbling, teh Sephil watches him go..then pragmatically returns to eating his joint of meat.