The air inside the warehouse was filled with a quiet chatter as Magnus and Atisha discussed what to do with their new found cultist.  She was sitting near the door on a crate as she listened in, wondering what they could gain from smooth talking the man.  They could learn his name, where he wasfrom and not much of use in her opinion.  She thought the best way for them to gain any meaningful information was through force and the threat of force.  In her travels she had seen many seprate ways of using a small wooden instrument, no larger than an arrow shaft, to gain information.  One of the most common she saw was also one of the most effective, Anora attributed this to the pain it caused thoughs who had information that someone else wanted.  She remembered back to her time just after finishing a caravan far in the south.  A bartender was convinced that a man at his bar was sleeping with his wife, while the man claimed innocence.  Oh that lawless town with that lawless bartender.  Not believing the man so he took an arrow shaft, broke it into splinters, placed the splinters just underath the nails on the mans hands and used a sword hilt to hammer them into his fingers.  The screams that erupted forth were like nothing Anora has heard before or since.  He only did a couple fingers before the man admited to it, and Anora knew if the sweet talking failed she had the basic idea of what to do.<br/><br/>Yet while Anora sat there on the chair, thinking of ways to get information that were not so nice, Ardur was watching out the window near the door from the shadows.  Anora and him often took shifts while on duty, and Ardur as the newest voulentered to take watch first.  Though he was not so happy with the group, he did not let it show save for the occasional rolling of the eyes that followed a ridicouls suggestion.”Sweet talk him?” He asked under his breath, he thought that if they wanted to get any sort of information they neededto break an arrow shaft into splints and-.  His thoughts were cut off as a lone figure approached the door, whispering to ready Anora he watched as the figure cautious approached and quietly entered the building.  She muttered something about some missing boy to which Ardur simply motioned for Anora to come to the window.  Anora quickly took up a position in the shadows behind Ardur and spoke in a near silent voice.<br/><br/>“So?”  She asked as her eyes peered out the window, noticing another figure carrying a massive moving sack followed by a Drake coming towards the door, she remembered the duo from earlier and her pat on the back of Ardur let him know that he was with them.  Anora turned his face slightly, not enough to remove his attention from the window but enough to let Anora she had his attention.  “So what?”  “What do you think of them?” Anora asked as the man burst into the warehouse before saying he found another cultist.  The others were talking about one thing or another as Ardur spoke again “I don't like them, they're loud and clumsy.  Gonna get us killed you know that?”  Anora was about to speak again but Ardur spoke first “And where do they keep finding these assassins?  For a group such as theirs you would think they would put up a better fight, and not get captured so easily.  Instead two if the most inexperienced people in this group each captured one and are more or less no worse for wear.”  He turned his face just enough for Anora to catch a worried look from his eyes “Coincidence?”<br/><br/>Anora patted him on the back, she now had the same worried expression on her face.  What if this was a ruse?  To make them think they were making progress when these assassins were just the lures? She said "I'll look into it." and walked over to Magnus, asking him if he had a moment to speak.   As she walked towards a nearby wall she spoke behind her in a soft tone “Don't you think it was rather easy catching two of them?”