"<strong>Fair enough, fair enough!</strong>" the sorceress said, raising her hands in defeat. "<strong>In your defence, if you'd shot me in the gut and killed the rest of my team I probably wouldn't be feeling too chatty either.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>If you're open to less...personal lines of inquiry, anything you could tell us about your camp would do worlds of good for both us and your future prospects. Where is it, what sort of defenses do you have, how many are left now that your collection crew is down? When would they be expecting your group to return? The Olegs told us a bit about your leader - pretty dark-skined lady? And I believe it was after your horse bolted, but the skinny fellow with the oversized cloak said something about a....Stag Lord?</strong>"