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Characters involved: Zoe_Lang & Alros.

Halyard Village: Antique Store

Finishing up a conversation with the guard who stands outside the Antique store, Zoe opens the door to the antique store and steps inside. One of the guards inside the room turns at her entrance but at seeing who has entered, they turn back after a salute. The doe doesn't bother returning the salute as she steps further in. Her left arm, not surprisingly, is in a sling.

Alros is lying on a good sized cot in the corner of the room he has his eyes open and glaring at basically anything that moves in the room especially at zoe as she enters both legs are chained to the posts of the cot as well as his wrists.

Zoe_Lang looks Alros over long and hard before she crosses over to his cot. Though, of course, she stays at least a couple of feet away. "Feelin' up to a chat?"

Alros being the pleasant beast that he is spits in the direction of the hare and glares, 'why would i wanna talk to you rabbit'

"Well... because s'long as yer talkin', yer still useful to me. Good reason?" Zoe tucks her free paw in a pocket, totally ignoring the spittle that lands at her feet.

Alros stares at the pocket 'I'm afraid i don't follow' he says somewhat carefully

Zoe_Lang smiles almost kindly, though there's something behind the expression that's not quite as pleasant. "I won't have any more use fer ya. I don't know how much clearah I c'n be, lad."

Alros sneers 'don call me lad' he watches the pocket 'you think I'll talk?' he he tugs slightly on the chains around his paws

Zoe_Lang pulls her paw out of her pocket to reveal - nothing. She waves the empty paw absently - dismissively. "Actually, I don't care if ya talk. Though I thought I might say a few things - if ya don't mind." She inclines her head in pretended deference.

Alros stares at the roof 'talk away rabbit'

"Well, let's see. How 'bout we start with what I do know?" She pulls a chair over and drops down into it. "Yer leadah... he's a black ferret. I don't know 'is name, of course, though that's of no concern t' me. What else...? Well, he's not ovah-bright, fer one." She gives Alros a look, and nods her head slightly. "In sendin' you to kill me, that is." She frowns, curious. "How much fer my head, by the way? It's not a very attractive one, so I can't imagine it'd bring ya very much. Not enough t' make dyin' worth it."

Alros laughs 'hah Daclon has his reasons for your head, certainly not for his mantle piece' he turns his head towards the hare eyes narrowed 'that it?'

Zoe_Lang eyes Alros thoughtfully for a moment. "... No." She glances over her shoulder and nods towards the door, at which point one of the guards goes and opens it. A young runner hare comes in with a glass and bowl in paw. These are set down on a table next to the cot and the runner hurries out as quickly as she came. "Ya hungry? Thirsty?"

Alros eyes the hare 'maybe, what do you want?'

Zoe_Lang shakes her head. "Nothin'. Answah the question - d'ya want it or not?" She picks up the glass.

Alros thinks, maybe poisoned 'no' he says simple eyes narrowing

Zoe_Lang shrugs very slightly and brings the glass to her lips. She sips, then sets it aside. "Fine."

Alros waits watching the hare 'where are you going with this?'

At the time of his question, Zoe is looking away. When he asks it, she sends a flickering glance his way. "I thought ya didn't want t' talk."

Alros watches the hare 'what are we to talk about'

Zoe_Lang shrugs lightly. "Well, /was/ their a price put on m'head, or are ya just this Daclon's lackey?"

Alros thinks for a second '30 coins when i return with it'

Zoe_Lang hms, softly. "Well, that's not very much, now is it?" She shakes this off and sits forward, resting her good arm on her knee, and her chin in her paw. "Was it just you he gave the task to, or are their othahs?"

Alros smiles 'a few others, i don't think you have much longer to live with the amount of assassins after you'

Zoe_Lang makes a soft, amused sound in the back of her throat and nods. "Good t' know." She regards Alros for a moment longer, then hms. "How many are ya? Yer horde?"

Alros stares at her and laughs 'not the whole horde, A few, youve met one i think, the one with the hawk creature as a pet'

Zoe_Lang blinks at Alros for a moment, and then understands what he means. "No - I mean. How many are in yer /horde/? I don't care about yer silly assassins." She files this last bit of information he gives away for future reference.

Alros stares at the roof 'daclon wouldn't like it if i told you'

Zoe_Lang smirks unpleasantly. "Don't worry - yer not goin' t' see Daclon again anytime soon. He won't send ya t' bed without any suppah."

Alros glares pure hatred at the hare but doesn't say any thing

Zoe_Lang rolls her eyes lightly and reaches out, patting Alros lightly on the thigh. "Now, now, you chose t' accept the job. I didn't force ya, nor, I imagine, did yer fearless leadah."

Alros pulls his thigh away 'don touch me' he stares at the hare

Zoe_Lang quirks a brow. "Well, I bet the healahs had a lotta fun with /you/..." Nevertheless, she sits back. "So how many to yer horde?"

Alros snears 'you'd have to torture it out of me and personally i don think you would, I'm loyal to daclon' he stares at the roof again

Zoe_Lang's eyes narrow thoughtfully. "Wasn't very loyal o' him t' send ya out t' die."

Alros stares at the hare 'i wasn't planning on dying'

Zoe_Lang stares right back, as if trying to figure this somewhat dense-seeming creature out. "But yer goin' to. You had to've realize it was a good chance, what with yer leadah sendin' ya directly int' our territory. He sent ya out amongst the wolves, lad. He doesn't care about ya. Just a means t' an end." She scoffs, softly. "Loyalty."

Alros eyes narrow 'yer going to kill me?'

The doe breathes out an exasperated sigh. "You expect us t' let ya go? Because we're 'goodbeasts'?" Without letting him respond, she snorts. "So ya c'n kill again."

Alros turns his head 'in cold blood, or would you give me a fightin chance?' he watches the hare

Another snort. "And allow ya a chance t' hurt anothah of my hares? T' what purpose?"

Alros begins to think quickly 'you would give me no chance at all, not just a fighting one, just so you know i wassent goin to get paid either i was just ordered to attack. i was under orders'

"You accepted those ordahs. At least, if you were bein' paid, it was to a purpose. As it is... well, it'd just seem ya enjoy killin' folks." The Colonel's tone is droll, almost as if they are discussing the weather. It is obvious that she is not moved by his plight.

Alros gives up almost, he watches the roof 'fine, besides the amount of vermin what else do you want?'

"The state o' the horde. How low on supplies ya are. Yer strength in weapons." Zoe's ticking each item off on a finger.

"Sentry shifts. Whethah there are any hostages left. Sleepin' locations. Supply locations." The doe pauses, and she raises an eyebrow. "And I'll know if yer lyin'. That stoat ya mentioned - we captured 'im too. If yer answahs don't match up, I'll have no use fer eithah o' you anymore."

Alros closes his eyes 'well, i think we're okay on supplies there's a door at the back of our side leads out to the gathering area, lots of soldiers now though some floret troops came 'bout a hundred of them and their leader, a big fox. and they sleep in the buildings along the lane. There you go'

Zoe_Lang listens attentively, and actually it looks like one of the guards is taking notes. Likely has been the whole time. "What of captives, 'n' which lane? Be more specific." Pause. "Where're the supplies located?"

Alros frowns 'i know nothing of captives, sorry. And the horde sleeps scattered through out all of building on Daclon's side. i don't know where supplies are hidden, i just got rations'

Zoe_Lang fires another question off, frowning thoughtfully. "When's the horde least active?"

Alros says simply 'night'

Zoe_Lang waves a paw impatiently. "When durin' the /day/, lad, when durin' the /day/?"

Alros says 'i don know, their a lazy bunch, lounging about all day'

Zoe_Lang rolls her eyes. That much she knows. "Do many nap aftah meals?"

Alros frowns 'how should i know'

Zoe_Lang returns the frown in kind. "Ya pay any attention a'tall t' the beasts around ya?"

Alros says 'nope'

Zoe_Lang doesn't look all that surprised. The doe gives a slight nod and stands. "Thank ya fer yer time. I hope you've told me all that ya know, though I'm fairly certain ya haven't." She turns to head for the door, though she pauses briefly. "If ya think of anythin' t' volunteer, things might go easiah for ya. Just a thought." And with that she heads for the door, but not before receiving the scrawled notes from the guard.

Alros closes his eyes and mumbles something to him self