"Sure thing, I think I need to go and curb the shouting down there, anyway."
Head out the door and close it. Then listen in.
((Trollololol, and I have pretty good stealth checks, too.))
You think you hear her crying... or laughing. Its hard to tell, but you hear bandages being applied as well as singing with the odd sniffle. You're pretty sure now its crying. Then just the sound of her singing.
((Well...am I glad Symon's out cold ))
Advance on him, casting him in my shadow, then roar in my terrible voice, with the force of a god:
What do you know of this? What do you know of the woman killed, and her murderer? What do you know of the Black Market?
Tell me all, or know my ire! Tell me everything, or the divine fire of gods will burn in your veins for all eternity! Tell me!
He quakes in fear and spills.
"I hired the assassin to kill the woman! She had my caravan robbed of goods because I didn't pay her for some of her goods fast enough! When I got the money and ask she returned my goods, she scoffed and broke three of my ribs and took my coinpurse! She HAD to die! She was doing this to everyone! She was working with those bandits that attack the caravans! The assassin is a freelance mercenary named Yog, but he doesn't care who he kills as long as he's paid. He won't kill an innocent, so your friend is fine. Please, let me go! It was an act of taking justice into my own hands!"
He has tears streaming down his face, sweat is joined in with that. This power never felt so good... You feel the bloodrush of the beast through you and you grab the man without realising it and hold him up by his collar and vice down on his neck. You then throw him out the door, satisfied in dominating him, proving you're the alpha around here. You turn and are met with the blank faces of the bar patrons and the workers. They all stand in fear of you as you lick your lips and rub your tongue against your sharpened teeth. The beast is eager to say the least.