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Eirenaios stands vigilantly looking around for anything suspicious

"Am I bein accused a sumptin?" Francis barks at the guard. "An you'd do better ta mind yer business, master dwarf. I ain't doin no wrong. Jus deliverin dis chest ta a merchant down souths all. Don't even know whats in it cuz it bein locked an all."
He spins and starts working on the wagon wheel.
"Now ifn you don't mind ta be on yer way an leave me be!"
Craxzus notices a key on a piece of leather twine around the mans neck as he stoops and resumes fixing the wheel.
The guard laughs and shakes his head.
"Can't imagine someone trusting you with anything of value, Francis. You seem a little on edge, yeah?"

Throm whispers to one of the guards

Craxzus steps behind Francis. Makes a key motion to the others then points to his neck.

Eirenaios stands there intimidatingly looking at the drunk merchant.

"Well, he's right. Can't say ol Francis has done anything wrong. Ain't been caught anyway. Got no legal reason to be in his business." the guard says turning to walk down the road. "But I'm the only one here that NEEDS a legal reason to poke around. He hurt my feelings a bit with his attitude. Think I may need some alone time down the road a bit. You all catch up when you're done....helping him with his wagon troubles."

Throm gets all intimidating puffing out his chest more and tapping his favorite hand/throwing ax against the opposing hand "Alright then iffin yah mean well and ain't got nothing wrong ta hide then show whats in her chest there friend." he says while giving the evil eye to the drunken merchant far from where the normal route would be.

Thorgrim continues to stay hidden, keeping a wary eye and ear out for any signs of trouble or danger.

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Eirenaios moves slowly and menacingly towards the merchant, saying nothing

Francis stands with a wooden mallet he was going to use on the wagon wheel. "I knew yous weren't no patrol." he spits. "Bandits by da looks." he looks to where the guard has disappeared over a grassy hill, then back to those before him. "That's why I picked this road, see? Soldiers ain't patrolled the north in a season. Thought ta slip by an head South ta Charlette."
He looks at each of you in the eye then sighs. "Alright den. " he says pulling a pouch from the front of his trousers and opening it. "How 'bout dis. I give ya each some jewelry. Prolly worth... 100 gold each. More den you mercenaries make in a hand full months. You tell her guard all is well. Everyone goes away with smiles. Yeah?" He empty the bag into his palm revealing rings and necklaces of various precious stone and metal. Closer examination would be required to evaluate them. "See? Pretty things. Deal?"

Throm shakes his head no "I aint wantin no jewelry er coin. Just some darned truth. You seen any orcs around here?"

Eirenaios sighs, "Just talk you drunk, we don't care if you are smuggling something in or out, we just need to verify what it is. Surely that is worth less than a 400 gold or a beating by my friend here. Answer his question, open the chest and no harm will come to you"

Craxzus Must be something most valuable if you are willing to give up your coin. We need you to use that key around your neck to open this chest. Pointing at his neck. Then begins working a spell. My friend your clothing looks very itchy.

Francis places the valuables back in the bag. "Alright! Aint no need fer sorcery!" he says looking genuinely frightened.
Then he bolts around the wagon and sprints off the road towards the mountain where he sees Thorgrim hiding in the tall grass. He falls to his knees and begins to sob.

Eirenaios sighs and facepalms as he walks towards the merchant, "Why do you have to make things so difficult? We just want a few pieces of information and you get to go on your drunk merry way. Just talk before I lose my patience"

Throm walks over to the chest in the wagon and attempts to open it.

The chest is indeed locked.
The merchant looks up at Eirenaios with wild, scared eyes. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know if you'll leave me and my stuff alone." he looks over to Throm by the chest and whispers "Please.
They'll kill me if they know. They'll KILL me."

Throm looks the man in the eye sternly hands balled into fists at his hips "Alright then. Who'll kill ya? Explain yerself. An I'll leave yer stuff alone."

Craxzus- Moves over to the chest. Throm if he doesn't hand over the key bash em over the head and take it. Craxzus starts to inspect the chest for traps. Francis did your friends give you any warning about opening the chest?

Thorgrim steps out of hiding and growls, "The fate o' the whole town is at stake here. Yer drunk ass ain't worth a dirty copper. Now what did those orcs put ya up to? SPILL IT!!!!"