"Aah!  No, no, I'm telling the truth, please!" Lars begged, his voice getting louder and louder as Damian slowly cut into his thigh.  "It's Mardon, he's a sorcerer, or a wizard, or something.  I help with building the stage and repairing things, but he's the one that does all the magic and showmanship, he doesn't even tell us what he's going to do until he does it.  All I know is, he wanted the whole rival band for something, he didn't seem to care what kind of condition you were in, just that you were alive.  Beyond that I don't know anything, I'm telling the truth, please don't hurt me..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bluff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bluff check of 25, this time.</div></div>