Go see Captain Deron #109

“But Father,” Dagan pleads, “I heard them with mine own ears!”
“The only thing you’re likely to be hearing is the sloshing sound of ale in your belly!” booms the Captain.
Both you and Dorbane feel it wise at this point to simply observe and speak only when spoken to. Luckily, you left the Gypsy back at the tavern—her intoxicated states usually getting the three of you into unsightly trouble with locals.
“Is this true, Dorbane?” Deron asks, “The ones who kidnapped my own son are actually here, free, and in the human camp?”
“Yes, Captain.” But before the Kutollum leaders can continue, he adds, “But I must state, sir, that I do NOT know for sure that they do, indeed, work for Toma…or that the Captain has any more knowledge of these acts than you do.”
“I see.” Deron nods, “Thank you lad, for your candid honesty.”
You feel like you’re about to burst, shifting on your feet. Deron notices this.
“You have more to add, do you?”
You eagerly take a step forward, “Only that I wish to be of assistance in this matter. I realize this is unorthodox, but the people from the North Country are…well,” you look to Dorbane, who only smiles, “dear to me. To think my own people are plotting against any of you boils my blood!” You catch one of the guards at the tent flap grin. “Isn’t there anything we can do to assist in weeding out these vermin?”
Deron studies you for a long moment. “You…have an idea, perhaps?”

“I do.” Go to page #110
“No, sir.” Go to page #111