All in all, the dagger made a three-inch long furrow in Lars’ thigh before Damian found his answer to be satisfactory enough to stop and remove the blade from the man’s leg. Once again, he found himself wishing Kyuui was around to help him determine whether or not he was being told the complete truth. He wondered how he got stuck doing all the ninja work that night, what the hell she was up to, and why she disobeyed his instructions. By no means did he have any more say in the group than the others, but his request had been common sense and in the best interest of the band’s safety as a whole.<br/><br/><strong>”In other words, if I need more information I need to ask this Mardon guy?”</strong>Damian pondered for a few moments, deciding on what to do. He could always go back to the inn and confront the wizard directly even if it would be rather foolish for him to do so in what was essentially their stronghold. Ultimately, it would be too large of a risk for relatively little gain, but enough time had passed for him to grow worried about Kyuui’s well being. He was planning on trying to find her once he was done with Lars anyways and there was no doubt in his mind that she would be there spying on the rival band.<strong>”In that case, you’re just about off the hook. I have just one more question for you.”</strong><br/><br/>Damian placed one powerful hand on Lars’ shoulder to steady him while the other rested the tip of his dagger on the wooden seat between the man’s thighs. It would have been easy enough for him to have felt the subtle vibrations in the woodwork so close to something so precious.<strong>”But this one is for all the marbles… or both of them I should say.”</strong>Just as slowly as he had slid it along his thigh, the tip of the dagger moved towards the captive’s vulnerable genitals as its progress was traced by the sound of steel scoring wood.<strong>”Of all the questions I’ve asked, this is the one you can least afford to get wrong. Where can I find Mardon? Which inn and which room? If you don’t know, then you better be one hell of a good guesser because a lot is riding on you being right. I’m going to go to the inn that you tell me and with any luck, he’ll be in the bar area and you’re in the clear. If he’s not there, I’m going to check the room that you provided me and you better pray to whatever deity you follow that he is in there. Because you’re going to be here with a healthy dose of that poison you tried using on the girls to make sure you don’t try anything funny in my absence. If you’re right, I’ll cut the ropes. If you’re wrong…”</strong>The dagger had finally finished its trek so that the flat of the blade pressed the cold steel of its length firmly against Lars’ manhood. Damian’s hand strengthened its grip to mitigate the inevitable flinch.<br/><br/><strong>”Ah ah, you need to be veeery careful about how you move right now. Your best bet is to remain entirely motionless so that neither of us slip and have an accident. As I was saying; if you’re right, I’ll cut the ropes. If not, well, you can probably guess what I’m going to cut instead. So, I’ll ask again just in case you misheard. Where can I find Mardon; which inn and which room?”</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Intimidate 24 (plus any circumstantial bonuses I may get for the obvious threat.) </div></div>