Kick butt of that mage for lies and fraudulenceYou found luckless sorcerer in his cutting workshop, where he was slacking.
- Come here. - You called Bembul yourself. - Move.
Bembul, feeling that he will be beaten, very reluctantly got up and walked to you. You took him by the collar and dragged over to look into his eyes.
- What the hell are you doing here?
- W-working, my lord.
- I don't mean the workshop. What the hell did you forget at Akrulaban?
- My lord, I don't understand! Me and Lolor are refugees, we had nowhere else to go!
- Oh! I will not believe you, you already once got me with a friend behind bars ! You're a scoundrel and a spy!
- How got? What friend? My Lord, have mercy! I did nothing.
- Do not pretend you do not remember! Just over two years ago. Recall it: a caravan from the Assarotung, missing dwarf fortress, then one more missing. You wandered through the streets and under the pretext of "wish fulfillment" lured passers into slavery in Arol Iton!
- My lord, you were the first missing! Yes, exactly! I also picked your last name as a pseudonym. And you were with that warrior from the the fortress caravan, who was looking for a second missing.
- Keep telling.
Bembul laid out his story, as he imagined. He talked about how it was difficult to live with his demented wife in a big unfriendly city. Bad wealth forced him to engage in petty fraud and street tricks for which he dressed up as magician and began to roam the city streets. One of his favorite ways to attract attention was "one wish for 10 gold," but as his target audience were craftsmen, market women and passers , no one never ever found the whole amount, and all ended up in simple entertainment for tourists and fleecing their pockets.
This continued up until four years ago Bembul accidentally ran into a local crime boss, who had thrown a sorcerer in the horror, pulled out of the belt all demanded ten golds. He appeared the leader of burglars Guild opposed to Arol-Iton, and his desire was a victory at the next fight with competitors. Magician showed all the wits he could, outlined to the leader his plan of action, which included a costume show with lights and sound installations that had to demoralize the enemy, making them believe that very Armok on the side of the Guild. The plan succeeded, the spheres of influence in the city were divided, and Bembul saved his live, bought for gold a small mansion on the outskirts and got connection with the mafia.
Over the next two years Bembul had to perform a few more orders of the Guild, the last of which proved fatal. He was commissioned to steal from Arol-Iton rare elven miazma grenades. Bembul tried to crank case by proxy, and sent there Tok who tucked in his way, but it failed. After the incident at entry point all Arol-Iton stood on alarm and the flasks were no longer accessible. After waiting a couple of months magician again poked in the Arol Iton, this time in person. As he put it, he felt sorry for you and Tok and he wanted to release you, and along with it the desired flasks take. The whole idea of Bembul ended already at entry point, where he got with an axe in the face by a security guard spotted him. After severe torture Bembul told everything he knew about the Guild, for what he was imprisoned, and then recognized completely healthy and transferred to penal servitude.
Lolor, Bembul's wife, was moved to live to Arol Iton, and kept as a hostage so that Bembul could not escape. From convicts magician learned that Ang, using data from Bembul, savagely destroyed Guild, having pleased the city guard and fully capturing the influence in Ladtakomage.
Then Bembul told you about their suffering at hard labor, how he was made up an escape plan, managed to escape, rescued Lolor, how they wandered and then hid from boogeymen until finally stumbled upon a group of settlers coming to the Akrulaban what led Bembul to you.
But you did not listen to him anymore. You all weren't listening half of his story, you suddenly got through guts thinking how wrong you were with Ivety all this time. You suddenly felt very ashamed and you've thought about what you can do to somehow mend it...
- My lord, what's wrong? - Bembul probably have thought that it was his tearjerker that so touched you. But you did not answer him and just silently dragged him along outside.