Sir Alaric: Grips sword tighter "Where is it?"
...where what? I'm a young woman knight with long red hair and light green eyes. I look confused.
His voice is cold and firm. "The scroll. Where is it? I know you took it." He glares at you, his sword still raised, as the black gaol knight holds you firmly in place.
What do you mean? I say while I'm being restrained by a gaol knight
Alaric steps forward, his voice cold and stern. "Don't play coy. You know what I'm talking about. The scroll. Where did you hide it?"
Where what? I ask confused. I was not told to bring anything.
Alaric growls in frustration, the muscles in his jaw clenching. Sir Alaric: "Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about. The scroll."
What are you talking about?
"Don't play dumb with me. Where. Is. It." He steps closer, the cold gleam of steel still in his hand. The black gaol knight tightens his grip on your arm.
“What do you mean?” I ask as I am restrained by the gaol knights
Alaric steps closer, his gaze unwavering. "Don't play coy. You know exactly what I'm talking about. The Scroll of Light. Where is it?"
"Don't play dumb with me. I know you have something. Where did you hide it?" The black gaol knight grips your arm tighter as Sir Alaric steps closer to you.
I don't know what you're talking about. I say calmly.
His glare intensifies, his voice becoming more stern. Sir Alaric: "Don't play dumb with me. I know you have it. You always were a terrible liar."
What do you mean? Where is what?
Glares at you coldly "Don't play dumb. The scroll, where is it?"
What? The scroll? He looks around confused
Alaric grips his sword tighter, his expression stern Sir Alaric: "Yes, the scroll. You had it last. Where did you hide it?" The black gaol knight tightens his grip on your arms, preventing you from moving.
what do you mean? what is IT?
Alaric glares at you with a mix of anger and suspicion.
Sir Alaric: "Don't play coy with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. The scroll, where is it?"
where’s what? i say confused as i look at him
He tightens his grip on his sword and steps closer to you Sir Alaric: “The scroll, Wordab. Where did you hide it?”
What do you mean? i say confused
Sir Alaric's eyes narrow as he steps closer to you, his grip on his sword unwavering "The scroll. The one containing the secrets of the ancient magic. Where. Is. It."
Where what? I ask confused as I try to free myself
Sir Alaric, his blue eyes still fixed on you, grips his sword tighter. Sir Alaric: "The book! Where is it?" The black gaol knight restraining you struggles to keep you still.
Alaric's patience snaps. "Don't play coy. The scroll. Where is it?" He glares at you, his grip on the sword tight, the blade gleaming in the candlelight. The black gaol knight behind you tenses, his hand hovering over his own weapon.
I look at him confused "Where is what?"
Sir Alaric looks annoyed "The scroll! The scroll that contains the knowledge of the dark arts!"