For her part, Rose tried to help along the interrogation by pretending to be impatiently waiting for the chance to cut Bikke's head off, palming the wooden haft of her guisarme back and forth from one hand to the other and occasionally glaring at the man.  It seemed to work, and once he started talking she turned her back to the man, pretending to be disappointed that she wasn't going to kill him while also making sure that none of the expressions on her face gave away the charade.  She was still listening with interest, though.<br/><br/>Astos, eh?  An elven mage of some sort, planning to open up a route from the upper planes to the lower ones, by treading through the middle.  Come to think of it, such a method of travel might be interesting to follow...  Though she wanted no part of it if it would require the sacrifice of innocent lives to accomplish.  She'd already walked the Wheel on her own quite a bit, and she was perfectly willing to keep walking, if it came to it.<br/><br/>Still, it was looking like her original instinct had been correct, and that they now had a third villain to round up.  Bikke, Garland, Astos...  Three old friends, apparently up to no good together, though it seemed that Garland may have originally been a man of some high standing in Cormyr.  The shifter made the mental note that she was definitely,<em>definitely</em>going to have to ask the Lady Sara about them at the first opportunity, since there seemed to be a definite story there that Bikke would probably give them a skewed version of.  Or perhaps they'd be able to ask Garland himself...<br/><br/>"We should knock him out again."  She commented, once it was clear that the man was done speaking.  De-activating her Ring of Enlargement, she turned back around.  "He'll be easier to transport while he's out cold, and there'll be little chance of him escaping on us, as well.  Also...  I have to admit, I don't really care for all the little tangents he seems to like to go off on."<br/><br/>By which she meant the comment about sacrifices and the drow.  If he'd like to see some pointy-eared spider-bitch cut out some poor soul's heart, she didn't want to hear about all the other things he'd probably like to see.