Grisly Eye Games

Black Griffin 39 - The Double Cross

In the tenth instalment of Black Griffin the party interrogate their prisoners, learn little of the mysterious Commonwealth and acquire a new comrade-in-arms...

This campaign diary taken from the in-character chat channel from session 38 of my ongoing playtest campaign, lightly polished and annotated.

Black Griffin is a play-by-chat game that runs every week on Roll20. The party are mercenaries in the employ of the infamous Company of the Black Griffin. Lowly even for sellswords, they have been placed on punishment duty as company fetches: bounty hunters charged with capture of deserters for trial.

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Scene VIII: The Interrogation Continued...

When we last left our foul-mouthed fetches they were busy furiously torturing agents of the Commonwealth. One captive, Eggard, agrees to confess on agreement he is given a writ a pass to return home. With all due haste, word was sent to Agata requesting such a writ. But Corporal Ba has perhaps bitten off more than he can chew; Sergeant Agata herself arrives with an entourage in tow.

With her is the lean, handsome, and solemn figure of Corporal Loth, and Walter the Scribe, company chronicler and bursar. The scribe is looking a little queasy. He is a thin, grey man in fine clothes, including a ruff and fancy shirt, most of which have seen better days. As per usual, he is splattered in mud.

The trio come up on the party waiting in the wide, bottle-lined corridor outside the makeshift cells.

Walter

looks in at the ghastly and bloody scene.

By the Mother!

Agata
to Ba A word if you please!
Ba'Raknul
Yes ser.
Biron
stands to attention, silent.
Quinn
mutters quietly Oh look, the la-di-da brigade have arrived...
Loth
gives Quinn a sharp look.
Biron
gives Quinn a filthy and disapproving look.
Quinn

doffs an imaginary cap and bows, smiling nervously.

Sorry, m'lord. I mean to say we are graced by ya presence. Didn't mean nuffin by it!

Biron
raises his top lip and lets out a quiet but low growl at Quinn.
Loth
looks away, as though he heard nothing.
Quinn
winks at Biron and smiles.
Agata
What's this I hear about a writ?
Ba'Raknul

leans in.

hushed Sorry ser, I wasn't demanding… we have one in there…

He motions to the other room.

…saying he'll spill if he sees a writ. We thought if a fake one showed these two also might spill.

Agata
And you propose we give him this writ?
Ba'Raknul
I propose we write it in here, in front of these two so these guys can badger some more and then show him a writ.
Orin
clears their throat from the corner.
Ba'Raknul
After he's told us everything we can absolve him of crimes here and hand him to the Royal Bailiffs for their crimes.
Agata
Let me get this clear, Corporal. You want me to lie?
Orin
raises an eyebrow at Agata.
Ba'Raknul
No ser, it wasn’t my intention for us to lie. I thought it wouldn’t make any difference at this point if we're giving them to the Royal Bailiffs. If I stand corrected, I apologise.
Orin
Can be entirely true, if you have a problem otherwise. Won't matter because he'll never see the light of day after Helia gets him.
Agata
rolls her pipe around her mouth, clearly uncomfortable.
Ba'Raknul
We need to know what they were after. This was their mission to get in with the Flock.
Quinn

scratches at his stubble.

Hmm... don't seem right to offer him his freedom then deny it none.

Orin
We're not denying him anything. He asked for the writ, not freedom.
Quinn

laughs without humour.

But ain't the writ to grant him absolution for his crimes? Ain't never bothered with reading here, so wouldn't know.

Orin

shrugs.

Doesn't matter what it's for. Griffins don't have power outside themselves anyway.

Agata
I might be a sell-sword. I might be a cold-blooded killer. I might be a right bastard. But I'm also a gods-fearing woman.
Ba'Raknul

My only other suggestion, ser, is talk to him yourself. See if you think the information is worth it.

He leans in toward Agata.

Could you at least pretend to in front of these two so we can pressure them some more?

Biron

coughs slightly in the dim hall, the smell of damp getting to the back of his throat.

We could just force them to talk.

Agata

turns towards the cell containing the unconscious form of Wren and puffs heavily on her pipe.

We won't get much information knocking heads until our sources fall unconscious, Corporal.

Biron
gives a nod and stays silent.
Orin
Look, ser. This was my idea. I came to it because you had already agreed we should send them off with Helia. How is handing him the writ first any worse?
Agata

Very well. Loth!

Clear a space for Walter to write!

Loth
sweeps a nearby table clean with one swift action.
Ba'Raknul
turns and gives a nod to Orin and Quinn to begin pressuring the other two privates.
Agata
Walter, take this dictation!
Walter
lays out a sizeable array of quills, inks, and parchment, produced from somewhere in his ragged brocade coat.
Biron
Shall I bring the one who talks?
Agata
Very good, Corporal Biron.
Biron
gives a single grunt and nods, then walks in to get Eggard.
Ba'Raknul

gets close to Quinn.

See if you can get Lucas in there to squeal before time runs out.

Orin

nods to Ba, then turns to Quinn.

Come along.

Quinn

leans in to look at the quills then turns back to Ba.

Yesser!

He follows Orin, muttering.

Must learn that fancy writing stuff at some point. Could come in handy.

Biron
walks into the other cell with a dark shadow across his face. Looking down upon Eggard on the floor.
Eggard
What's going on out there?
Biron
Up.
Biron
grabs the guy by the arm and pulls him up.
Eggard
gingerly gets on his feet.
Biron

places one hand firmly holding his arm and another on the back of his shoulder.

Move.

He marches him out of the cell to Agata.

As Biron reenters the corridor with Eggard, Agata is standing over Walter, dictating the writ.

Agata
Walter, write so: By the order of Sergeant Agata of the venerable Company of the Black Griffin, I do hearby grant Corporal Eggard leave to forfeit the rights and purchases of his office, so that he may return home, on this day of our Mother and Father, 19th Ancept, 467.
Walter

hastily scribbles out the writ in near perfect calligraphy.

With a flourish he signs it, and passes it to Agata, who in turns adds her own X to the paper.

He rolls up the parchment, carefully pours wax from his wicker lantern, and seals it with his ring so it bears the arms of Griffin Company.

Agata

turns to Ba and hands him the writ.

It is done, may the Mother help us all.

Biron

gives a strong squeeze to Eggard’s shoulder.

whispering coldly Now, you tell us everything. Or that writ means nothing.

Ba'Raknul

takes the writ and bows low.

Thank you Ser.

quietly to Agata When will the Sergeant-Baliff be here?

Agata
Do I look like her keeper, Corporal Ba? She'll be interrogating someone in the camp. Carry on, Corporal!

Agata marches out of the cellar, closely followed by Loth and Walter.

Eggard
Give me the writ!
Biron
pulls him hard and keeps him in place.
Ba'Raknul

gives Eggard a sharp look.

IF you tell us everything and IF it checks out. You get your writ.

He leaves for the other room.

Biron
growls behind Eggard.

While the writ is being written and signed, Quinn and Orin encourage the other captives to listen in from the other room…

Quinn

looks over to the two captives and smiles sadly.

Can't help thinkin' you've missed ya chance. Singing like a Kastenburg Canary that one. Always the problem with loyalty; it’s only worth something until someone breaks.

He walks over to watch the scene in the corridor.

looking back to Orin You reckon that scribbling actually means anything? All looks like it’s been done too fast to me eyes.

Ba'Raknul

enters and motions to Orin to a corner.

Orin can I have a moment please?

Orin

peers at Lucas.

Sure, Ba.

Quinn

crouches down in front of the two captives, pulls out a chunk of dried ration, and tears a mouthful with his teeth.

He turns to look towards Ba' and Orin, chewing and holding part of his rations. He slips it to Lucas when he thinks the others aren’t looking.

Ba'Raknul

subtly shows the writ.

We got it. there's two things I was thinking. I was thinking you would be best to talk to Eggard as he trusts you a bit already, but one of us needs to go get Helia as she's off somewhere in camp. I'm not sure how you wanna play the writ thing.

Quinn
stands and runs his greasy hands down his trews. With his back to the others, he motions sshhh to Lucas and winks at him.
Ba'Raknul
And we need to time it right as well.
Orin
Time it how?
Ba'Raknul
So that we get all the info, but the Corporal doesn’t have time to actually dash.
Orin
There's no reason we should give him the ability to dash. He doesn't get the writ until we get what we want. He should stay locked up until we're satisfied. He's not free until he gets the writ.
Ba'Raknul

nod and hands Orin the writ.

Hide that and go have a word with Eggard.

Quinn

approaches Orin and Ba.

So, what's the plan? It ain't handing them over to laughing boy is it?

Ba'Raknul

turns to Quinn.

Me and you keep watching these keep the pressure up.

loudly Orin is going to go have a chat with Eggard.

Quinn

salutes half-heartedly.

Yesser!

He turns to look sadly at the captives.

Don't fink this is gonna end well for ya, gotta say. Not too late to join your friend out there on the path to freedom though.

Lucas
says nothing, just looks at Quinn with hopeless eyes.
Orin

slips the writ into the secret pocket of their shirt, next to the note from The Sparrow.

quietly I think I know how to make the switch. I'll show him the writ's in my pocket. When we're done, I'll show him I'm putting it in his pack. Except it won’t be the writ, it'll be the note from Sparrow.

Ba'Raknul

lights up.

I love it. It’s horrible, but I love it.

Orin

Then all we have to do is tell Helia where to find him and to search his bag.

They start to leave, but think of something else.

We'll tell her these two said they were working with him and he's about to get away, yeah?

Ba'Raknul
nods in agreement.
Orin
nods and walks out.
Ba’Raknul

He leans in to Quinn and whispers.

I understand helping a man in chains. Don’t let Biron see you-- and only food.

He moves and stands close to the captives, eyes on them.

Quinn

shrugs.

I'm thinking they'll hang anyway.

He leans in to Ba and whispers.

Won't hurt for them to think they have a friend in here with them, if you know my thinking.

Orin
draws Eggard into the makeshift cell he was in earlier. They give Biron a strong look then look at the door and back at Biron again.
Biron
stares at Orin dully.
Orin

sighs.

Go on and lock him up if you must, but shut the door while we're talking.

Biron
grunts aggressively. He pushes Eggard to the wall and chains him back up.
Eggard

Wa... what's going on?

Where is my writ?

Biron

ignores him, stepping to Orin.

You better be able to do this.

Without another word, he leaves and closes the door.

Orin

pulls the writ from their shirt pocket, unfolds it, and puts it a few inches from Eggard's face.

It's right here.

Biron
stands outside both doors and stares through both bars.
Eggard
All well and good, but I'm not going to be doing much going home chained up like this.
Orin
refolds the writ and puts it back in their shirt.
Eggard
I won't speak a word 'til that writ is in my unfettered hands.
Orin
You haven't earned it just yet, Eggard.
Eggard
Neither have you earned my spilling of guts.
Orin

Ah, but see, we're the ones doing the buying.

We don't have to get anything from you at all. We're entirely within our rights to shoot you dead. So, you give us what we're paying for. Then we pay you.

Or we shoot you. Your choice.

Eggard
What's stopping you just shooting me, soon as I talk?
Orin

Eggard, I've been completely straight-forward here. I said I'd get you the writ and here it is. I say I'll let you go, and I will. All these people here...

They gesture around the room and to the door.

...they're keep me to my word.

Eggard

laughs.

I heard you nearly kill poor Wren. You word ain't worth shit. Unlock my chains, put that writ in my hands, and I'll talk.

Biron

barking If he doesn't wanna talk, leave him for me.

He pushes his face against the bars of the door. Pushing hard against it, staring at Eggard hungrily.

Orin

looks gravely at Eggard, then the floor, then sighs.

They go to the door.

Biron, where's the man's pack?

Eggard
looks fearfully at Biron.
Biron
looks around for Eggard’s pack.
Quinn
walks to the door of Wren and Lucas’ cell, and leans up against it, straining his ears to see if he can pick up any of the conversation with Eggard.

Biron spies a pack in a corner of the adjoining corridor.

Biron

grumbles and snarls as he paces like a caged lion before getting his meal. He picks up Eggard’s bag and starts to walk back with it. Here.

He stops and looks at the bag. He thinks for a moment and opens it to look at what’s inside.

Quinn

scratches at his chin and looks at Biron.

Looks like spoils of war that. Bout time we had a payday, if you take me meaning?

The contents of the bag are much as can be expected of a mercenary’s bag: dry rations, pots and pans, a flint for lighting fires, bandages, a set of cards and what looks like a corn doll. Perhaps some kind of memento?

There is also what looks like a fulsome purse! It jingles ever so seductively.

Biron
removes the doll and looks at it. He takes the doll and purse, then brings in the bag to Orin.
Quinn
licks his lips and eyes the purse.
Orin

I fear Eggard has a point, men. BUT... If he has the writ on him, it becomes illegal to kill him.

Do you agree, Eggard?

Eggard
That is the point, yes.
Biron

steps into the room, throws the bag at Orin, and looks at Eggard.

Is he mine yet?

Orin

And, perhaps with the exception of Biron, you don't think we'd be audacious enough to kill you then?

They give Biron a meaningful look.

Biron
growls.
Eggard
Enough talk! Unlock me and give me the writ, or you may as well let that dog kill me. I'm a dead man either way!
Biron
snarls and looks at Orin.
Orin
Okay, okay.
Biron
narrows his eyes and his stance widens.
Orin

pulls a folded parchment from their shirt pocket.

Your note.

They put the parchment deep into Eggard's pack.

Here. And now I’ll remove your restraints.

They pick open the locks on Eggard’s shackles.

Eggard

rubs his wrists and licks his lips.

That's... that's better.

Biron
snarls aggressively, and stands fully blocking the door.
Orin

holds out the pack for Eggard.

Now talk.

Eggard

starts a little at Biron, then turns to Orin.

Talk... yes... you'll be wanting to know who I took orders from.

Look inside my bag. There is a pack of cards?

Orin
takes the cards from the bag.
Eggard

We never saw who gave the orders. Until tonight, I didn't even know Lucas and Wren were involved.

When the moon is at its highest point in the sky, we'd meet by a campfire in the East Camp.

Biron
doesn't take his eyes off Eggard.
Eggard
Hooded so we couldn't recognise each other and play cards.
Quinn
nods and looks sadly at the captives.
Eggard

Each night. That's how we got orders.

Take them cards, and it’s gotta be them cards, and play tonight. One of 'em will be the one giving orders.

Orin
How many show up at these games?
Eggard
Dunno, was a score or so the last game... but maybe there's more than one game.

As far as Orin can tell, Eggard is too frightened and desperate to deceive you at this point. Biron is more suspicious, his wily wilding instincts tell him maybe Eggard is leaving something out.

Biron

steps to Eggard.

You're lying. Tell us, everything!

Quinn
is leaning up against the bars listening for snippets of the conversation. On seeing Willem he smiles I take it our bird is singing.
Biron
grabs him by the arms.
Orin
looks shocked.
Eggard

recoils in fear.

splutters Five of Coins! Everyone got dealt a card at first. You take it in turns to play yours. If you don't, they'll know. I was the the Five of Coins!

Biron

snarls.

splutters and shouts You. Lying, Traitorous....

Orin
goes dark with rage for the briefest of moments.
Biron

slams him into the wall and locks him back in his shackles.

We'll see if what you said is right.

Quinn

from the door to the other room Oh oh, sounds like laughing boy is going to kill the choir.

turning to Wren You sure you don't want to be the one making it to freedom?

Wren
merely groans, having temporarily lost the ability to speak.
Eggard
What 'bout our deal?
Biron

Orin, we're out.

He walks out the cell and stands by door.

Orin

You lied. We need a moment to decide how seriously you've broken our agreement.

They walk out.

Biron

snarling You lied. If this is true, then you will be freed.

He slams the door and locks it.

Eggard
Blast you! We had a deal!
Biron

goes to Ba in the room with Wren and Lucas.

He broke.

Orin

follows behind Biron. They hand Ba the cards and explains their purpose to him.

I think you should see how the other two respond to these.

Ba'Raknul

nods and smiles.

Good job you guys.

Biron
stands tall, leering over the two captives, Wren bloodied and hurt.
Orin
Not yet. We still need to know if the others corroborate.
Biron

We should speak in the corridor.

He turns and leaves the cell.

Quinn

sniffs.

One free.

looking at the captives Why don't you come clean and go free. I hear Faro is nice this time of year?

Wren
merely groans.
Private Lucas
Ain't sounds like he's happy out there, does it?
Ba'Raknul

waits for everyone to come out, then he closes and locks the cell. He leans in to the group.

We need to know their cards at the very least. So we can infiltrate this meeting.

Biron
looks at Orin and nods to them.
Orin
Our luck, yes. Agata will probably expect that.
Quinn
looks around the room any chance one of yous can explain what this is all about?
Biron

grunts at Quinn.

The traitors play a game here, in the East Camp fire. Everyone has a card. We need to get them to talk.

He shrugs his head to the other cell.

We need to know their cards.

Quinn
frowning Like a playing card?
Biron
They had a lot of traitors at these things.
Ba'Raknul

looks at Quinn.

Yes, like a code.

Biron
We will want to find them all.
Ba'Raknul
If we can find their cards before we leave that would be better. One crack at them? Maybe tell them we're tired of the lies and they have one shot. If not we go to Agata with what we got.
Quinn

Wait up, let me see those cards you found in the bag.

He chuckles.

Biron
glares and Quinn.
Ba'Raknul

shows the deck to Quinn.

You got an idea?

Quinn

smiles and nods.

Just wanna see if they been marked or summat. Been had enough times by crooks and cut throats playing cards.

He looks over the cards closely, trying to see if there are any markings.

They appear like any set of cards but with a distinctive back design a flock of birds!

Orin
I expect they don't know each others' cards, only the dealer does.
Quinn
compares one card back to the next.

All the cards are identical, but it's a design Quinn has never seen before.

Quinn

nods.

True that, but worth a check.

Orin
Perhaps one of them is more worn than the others, is it Eggard's card?
Ba'Raknul
looks around for the others’ items to see if they have an identical deck.

Ba does indeed find two similar packs in the other prisoners belongings.

Ba'Raknul
pockets the decks for now.
Quinn

sniffs.

Seems legit to me... but your eyesight is probably better than old Quinn’s.

He hands the cards to Orin.

Orin
takes the cards and uses their fingers as well as their eyes to compare the three of coins to the other cards in the deck.

Even to Orin’s eyes, trained as they are, they seem otherwise normal, except for that distinctive design on the back.

Orin

I can't tell a difference. We can only rely on their word.

They hand the deck to Ba.

Biron

growls angrily.

So many traitors.

Quinn

Feckin' marked decks - have people no honour eh? Good to see these ain't crooked at least.

He smiles.

Biron
So many disgusting bastards living within us here.
Quinn
snorts none taken, I'm sure.
Orin
I can't believe as many as twenty are traitors here, let alone multiples of that.
Biron
is getting visibly riled up and more angry. He starts to pace around the room snarling.
Ba'Raknul
looks through the cards to see if any are missing from the deck.
Quinn
cleans his ear with one filthy cracked nail on his little finger.
Ba'Raknul
Okay, Quinn and Orin. One more crack at the Privates to get their cards. If not, we go with what we got.
Biron
We should burn these bastards outside and high up. Let every bastard know they can’t hide.
Ba'Raknul
We're running out of options.
Quinn

sniffs.

Twenty traitors eh? That's rough.

Ba'Raknul
Work them over together.
Orin
At least.
Biron
looks up towards Ba angrily.
Quinn

nods.

Yesser - beggin' ya pardon though, what was his calling card?

He nods his head towards the door with Eggard in.

Orin
sighs and takes the cards before heading into the room with Wren and Lucas.
Quinn

follows Orin and sits down in front of Wren.

So, your pal is heading home. Can't remember his name none, but let’s just call him the five of coins. You absolutely sure you don't wanna join him?

Private Wren’s eyes roll and she groans. Clearly she is in no fit state to talk.

Quinn
looks to the other captive.
Private Lucas
glares back at Quinn, eyes full of hate and mistrust.
Orin
stands in front of Lucas, wielding the deck of cards. They make a show of pulling them out and fanning them so each number can be seen.
Private Lucas
spits at Orin's feet.
Orin

Ah, so you recognise them?

They grin at Quinn.

Quinn

sighs and shakes his head.

Ain't no need to be like that. We're trying to help you. That maniac you can probably hear outside, now he wants to hurt you and hurt you bad. I want to see you go free. As does my friend here. Why don't you answer their questions some?

Private Lucas
Oh aye? Got your word you'll set me free, huh?
Orin
What, you don't think we'll let you out of here?
Quinn

smiles sadly.

My word ain't worth goose droppins, ain't got no authority. But I'll give my word that I'll try to talk those with the power into letting you go free.

Private Lucas

Aye! I heard Eggard praising the reliability of your word, at the top o' his lungs.

Fuck off, royalist scum!

Orin
Eggard tried to lie to us. He's just spending a bit of time thinking about what he's done. Don't worry, he's still getting out.
Quinn
laughing I ain't no royalist - only crown I care for is the type you spend in taverns. I'm a mercenary, me. Got no real loyalties and try not to make enemies if it can be 'elped. I'd rather you leave here as a friend, than swing and I make an enemy of your kin.
Private Lucas

Aye? And I'm the King o' the West.

Fuck.

Off.

Royalist.

Scum.

Orin

Well, alright, then.

They walk back out.

Quinn

sighs.

to Lucas I hope it’s fast, for your sake. Nuffin' doing.

Orin
Judging by their reaction, they know what the deck means. But they're not talking and I don't blame them.
Ba'Raknul

sighs.

Well besides not getting those two's cards we did good guys. Do you think we should take their belongings to the Sergeant-Bailiff? Or just tell them they’re here.

Quinn

shrugs.

Spoils of war, innit.

Ba'Raknul
No we need them, Quinn.
Orin
We should give Eggard his bag and send him off. See if he'll tell us to where, first. But at the minimum we have him tailed for a bit.
Quinn

smiles nervously.

Want me to, erm... look over their coin, see if there’s anything like unusual about it, like?

Biron

roars angrily.

We should make them pay.

He slams his axe handle into the wall.

Ba'Raknul

looks at Biron.

That’s not happening. We need them for the Bailiff! Calm down.

Orin
We'll have a window to see if releasing Eggard persuades the other two before Helia comes. But Helia will still get him. Remember the plan? We send her after him.
Ba'Raknul
I'd like her to get him before he see's we've given him a bogus writ.
Orin
Gets her out of camp while she decides if they're the real thing, anyway.
Biron

squares up to Ba.

They're fucking traitorous scum.

Ba'Raknul

turns back and fully squares off with Biron.

I. Dont. Care. We need them. Don’t ruin this because you cant keep in check.

Biron
snarls loudly and pushes past Ba and leaves the jail in a furious mood, worse than anyone has seen so far.
Ba'Raknul

sighs heavily… deeply.

Relieved that didn’t come to blows.

Orin

rolls their eyes at Biron.

What does it matter if Eggard realises once he's gone? He's still gone and pegged as a traitor.

Quinn

looks at the leaving Biron.

Where's Giggles going?

Ba'Raknul
Yes, but an angry, pissed man could do some damage before Helia catches him.
Orin
One man?
Quinn
So, who's this Hella?
Ba'Raknul
I am one man. With how bad this camp’s defences are, I could do a lot.
Orin
to Quinn She’s the Royal Bailiff.
Ba'Raknul
I say we get Helia, tell her that we captured some spies and that she has free rein to them. Tell her their stuff was untouched and boom.
Orin
Problem is if they're all here together, they could convince her that we set them up.
Ba'Raknul

grabs Eggard’s bag. He pulls out the coin and tosses it to Quinn.

If you must.

He places the bag on the floor.

You saw her. She isn’t gonna believe them… I don’t know.

Quinn
opens up the bag and fishes out the coin purse.

It feels weighty in Quinn’s hand. He opens it to find fifteen golden pieces, so shiny and pleasant. They fair smile back at him.

Ba'Raknul
I won’t force either way, but I know if I got out and was angry enough I could do some damage before I got caught again.
Orin

looks at Quinn, then leans in to whisper to Ba.

She might be bull-headed, but she didn't bother us even though we're three and probably fit Rothaniel’s description.

Ba'Raknul
So she'll probably believe the 'evidence' over them. We caught them in our tent. They're clearly spies. And Agata has said she can put them in Dismas at the right time.
Quinn
looks over the coins to see if he can see where they were minted.

They bear a curious marking, a hammer-and-anvil. Quinn has not seen its like before.

Orin
Well I don't want to argue about it. But it feels like putting too much to chance.
Ba'Raknul
If we are letting him walk I want Helia notified before so he doesn’t have a head start on her. What if we all leave and get attacked, we might never get to tell her otherwise.
Orin

How about we set him loose and send one the numpty...

gestures at Quinn, rifling through the bags.

...all at once?

Quinn

holds one coin up.

Any of you recognise this marking? This a local coin?

Ba'Raknul
remembers he is saving for a rifle and looks in the third bag.
Orin
Thinking about it, Agata must know where he's from, so we can definitely give Helia a direction.
Ba'Raknul
We could do, we should set the twins off slightly first and then open his cell and say off you go.
Orin
nods.
Quinn
shrugs and reaches for his own coin purse, fishing out a handful of gold coins and placing them on the floor next to the coins from the captives purse.

The old coins all have the heads of the current kings. With the surfeit of kings south of the Commonwealth border, no two are alike. Seems odd that a coin wouldn't have some noble blood's inbred profile stamped on them.

Quinn
leans over and studies the difference.
Orin
peers at Quinn's coin.
Ba'Raknul

looks at the group and sighs.

I wanted to say I'll go get the twins but with Biron in this state I'm hesitant to leave. We need to make sure Birno isn’t alone with these guys at any point.

He looks at Orin and Quinn.

Ba'Raknul
Toss a coin?
Quinn
picks one of the captives’ coins up and tosses it to Ba.
Ba'Raknul

catches the coin and laughs.

Not what I meant.

He tosses it back.

You haven’t met Helia before.

Orin
Oh, well I meant send Quinn.
Quinn

pushes all the coins on the floor into the captive’s coin purse and puts it back in the pack.

He flinches as the coin bounces off his head.

Orin
I suppose, though I didn't figure her difficult to find, I can go find the twins and send them if you like.
Ba'Raknul
I will go to Helia directly. You and Quinn release our boy and watch Biron. Two of you might fair ok.
Orin
grimaces.
Quinn

looks up from the floor.

If it be dangerous, wouldn't it be best to take someone with?

Ba'Raknul

It’s dangerous for you, not me.

He laughs joyfully.

You'll have Biron.

Quinn
grumbles Join a mercenary group, they said. Get rich, they said. Earn a name for yourself...
Orin
can't laugh at this and looks injured at Ba.
Ba'Raknul

looks to Orin.

What? Look I don’t doubt your skills, but I doubt we all could take Biron on one of his bad days.

Orin
That's what I'm afraid of.

To be continued...