Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 19:52:57 GMT -5
Rodgin's stomach turned again as he stepped aboard the gangplank of the Deliambre ship. While the family was well known for their shipping ventures and adventures on the high seas, Rodgin had no sea legs, and the steady rocking of the ship caused his normally cast iron stomach to quail. Not that he showed any outward signs, but he had sidestepped into many a door frame in the last two days about this ship. It was not enjoyable, though it was secure, and extracting answers was one of the perks of his job.
Making his way below decks, he found his Ducal guard still at his post, with several of the sailors still seeming a bit wary of their hold being used as a prison. Unfortunately for them, Rodgin could not care less for the ship or the sailors. If the enemy was to try and mount a rescue, he wanted them far from the family. This was the place, and the sailors were more than capable of handling themselves, he had been assured.
"Head topside to receive the Dukes," he said gruffly to the Ducal guard. "They should be along shortly."
With that taken care of, he slipped into the makeshift room to check on his detainee. The man was still bound, though they had changed him to chains and bolted him to the side of the ship. Far better than the ropes they had brought him here with. An empty tray of food was there, showing that the man had eaten what they sent. Rodgin still had much to learn, and he would get it all. Even if it took days. He would actually prefer days.
"You get this one chance," Rodgin said softly, a wicked smile playing at the side of his mouth. "You will be asked questions by men who want answers. If they get them, they will decide your fate. If they don't, I will get the answers anyway, and your fate will be sealed. I would choose wisely."
With that Rodgin moved back to the door to wait for the Dukes.
Antonin Deliambre Niccolo Montefiore
Making his way below decks, he found his Ducal guard still at his post, with several of the sailors still seeming a bit wary of their hold being used as a prison. Unfortunately for them, Rodgin could not care less for the ship or the sailors. If the enemy was to try and mount a rescue, he wanted them far from the family. This was the place, and the sailors were more than capable of handling themselves, he had been assured.
"Head topside to receive the Dukes," he said gruffly to the Ducal guard. "They should be along shortly."
With that taken care of, he slipped into the makeshift room to check on his detainee. The man was still bound, though they had changed him to chains and bolted him to the side of the ship. Far better than the ropes they had brought him here with. An empty tray of food was there, showing that the man had eaten what they sent. Rodgin still had much to learn, and he would get it all. Even if it took days. He would actually prefer days.
"You get this one chance," Rodgin said softly, a wicked smile playing at the side of his mouth. "You will be asked questions by men who want answers. If they get them, they will decide your fate. If they don't, I will get the answers anyway, and your fate will be sealed. I would choose wisely."
With that Rodgin moved back to the door to wait for the Dukes.
Antonin Deliambre Niccolo Montefiore