Spotting a spy.

[Firechicken]

* A wood elf makes his way down with a dead man on his sholders and still fireing at the chargeing men when he makes his way down the elf spots a human walking to the cave at the bottem of the hill and yells to the human*

Hey what are you doing! You will get killed in there! Whats your name?


*The human speaks*

My name is Jakomyn *He smiles at the elf*

Dont go in there *says the elf and he turns and and walks a little away watching the man walk to the cave and a nother man pop out and shake his hand and bring him inside*


What the hells! *the elf walks to Armand* Hey I just watched a human named Jakomyn walk into the cave and make friends with the guys in there.. YOu mite want to watch out for him..
*with that the elf turns to take the dead man and get his money for the kill*

[BedlamX]

*A tall, thin man of Calishite descent sits on a cot in the tent near the Veritas hideout idly chatting with...well...no one. He seems to be patiently waiting for something or someone.*

Those barbarians wished to run me through, George. All for trying to help. Such violence in these peoples here. Be wary, George. They may not take kindly to you.

*He sighs* Hopefully, those who know will be found before one of these hot heads decides to take what goes for law in this land into his own hands and chop us up.

[BedlamX]

*The captive, obviously bored, stands and calls one of the military standing around the tent he has been confined to for the last few days.*

Ah, Sayyid...if you would be so kind as to inquire with your superiors as to the status of my current incarceration, I would be most abliged. You may tell them Jakomyn Moriarty wishes to expidite his meeting with those who will pass judgement upon him and hopes to have the legionaires and Mr. Incarus (sp?) present for said questioning.

May the blessings of the Lady be upon you, Sayyid.

[BedlamX]

*After hearing rumors of a prisoner exchange with the Veritas, concern washes over the Calishite prisoner's face as he begins to mumble to no one in particular.*

They are handing me over to them? After those fools confronted me in plain sight of their sentries and ignored my explanations? Surely the Veritas will know of my betrayal after such a scene. *His eyes widen* Perhaps that is why they wish to trade to have me back? What easier way to get hold of one you wish to do away with than to let your enemy hand him over?

*He looks to the empty cot beside him.* George...perhaps we should have simply let the barbaric fool run us through. At least it would have been quick.

*Jakomyn lays back down and contemplates his situation.*

[Firechicken]

*The Elf walks by the tent looking in on the human sitting there talking and just grins to him self and walks away*

[BedlamX]

*Jakomyn wanders the walled in area surrounding the tent that has been his cell for the last few days. The soldiers appear to have become accustomed to the polite Calishite man and pay him little mind. He wards those heading into battle against the Veritas and wishes them Mystra's blessings before absently watching through the barricade walls.*

It would seem, George, that we have been forgotten. Perhaps we should make our way to the Legion headquarters and request the audience ourselves? If no...I fear we will waste away here in this outpost.

[BedlamX]

*A messenger arrives at the camp and hands a note to one of the soldiers there before heading back towards Sundren City. The officer reads it and shrugs before making his way to the tent where the prisoner is being held.*

"You there! Stand to, son," the man calls. "Seems your case has reached the brass and they have decided to let you go."

*Jakomyn stands and stretches.*

"Ah, Sayyid, that is good news. I humbly give thanks for your hospitality and hope you do no take offense at my happiness to be leaving your company," He tells the officer with a smile.

*The soldier just shakes his head with a sigh and points to the road back to town.*

"What ever. Just get out of here and don't cause any more trouble."

*Jakomyn smiles, gives an attempt at a salute, and heads off towards town for a much needed bath and a decent meal.*