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(This happens after a interrogation session-this is a short Role Play but still intresting and important)

Oz has a good size cut on the side of his face, part of his ear missing now and some blood has caked on the wounds. He coughs a little from the kick before, least he is not coughing up blood like he had a couple times from the possible bruised lung.

"Now, answer /this/..."  But just before Vladmir can speak, a diminutive orange figure slips into the cell and tugs on the fox's cloak, whispering something.  "Very well.  I shall deal with it immediately," , Vladmir answers as he departs, leaving a small orange creature standing there.

Oz shakes his head, he watches Vladmir go and seems glad of it, and he watches the orange creature.

The beast sprints lightly out after a moment and returns half-carrying, half-dragging behind him a large wooden basin of water that literally dwarfs him.  A black tongue flickers in and out every so often.

Oz raises an eyebrow trying to figure out what is going on, he stays quiet and simply waits to see what will happen.

The creature, which, upon closer inspection, is revealed to be an orange newt, with dark brown stripes running tiger-like along his back, finally gets near Oz, and dips his head and one forelimb into the basin and fishes out a wooden ladle that dwarfs him similarly to the basin.

Oz nods, "G..greetings.." His voice is tried and weak but he is alert, maybe not fully but still enough to know what’s going on  in the room.

The newt starts towards Oz after filling the ladle with water, but can't bring himself to approach the (to him) massive creature.  Glancing from the badger to the ladle, the lizard settles for splashing the water onto the badger from a distance.

Oz shakes his head as the water  covers his head , with some getting into his mouth, he sighs, "Who..are you?" . He asks quietly.

"I from Rakthor-Tribe," The newt says in a low voice, as if afraid to be heard speaking at all.  As he continues sprinkling the badger's head with water, he asks, "How you get herezzzz?"  That hissing, rasping, buzzing accent is familiar...

Oz listens as he speaks, he shakes his head "I don't know no..tribe- coughs a little- you sound like a..dibbun I know"

Immediately Oz has the little lizard's complete attention. "Whozzz that?"

Oz looks at the door and back to the newt, "Zarok, why?" He sighs and looks down. "He is not here though...least hope he is not"

The newt goes rigid. "Zzzzzarok?  I been looking for him for monthzzz!  You zzzeen him?"

Oz nods weakly, "Yes but not for over 3 weeks...now" He frowns, the whole thing of being here that long makes him upset and sad.

"I mizz him," The newt sighs, sprinkling more water as he does so.

Oz nods, "Yeah me too, he is one of the dibbuns I watched when at Rewall"

"Isss he okiezzz?" the lizard asks.

Oz frowns "I do not know, I am sorry"

Finally the basin is drained of water.  Tugging it, the ladle propped across its edges, behind him as he departs, the newt calls over his shoulder, "By th' way...My name Terfil."

Oz watches him go making a mental note of the name.


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