Dealing with Heretics [Lhinnor]

[Faelin]

Faelin and a couple of other Thalmor soldiers dragged a Nord in rags up to the gate of the Thalmor Embassy. "Open the gate, I've returned with more filth!" he called to the guard, who quickly did as she was told. "Move, you trash." He ordered the Nord with a rough push, almost knocking him down. He wiped his hand on with a handkerchief before proceeding, removing the filth of Man from his superior Mer glove. The Nord walked a few more steps before stopping, refusing to go any further. Faelin's patience with the man had ended there. He equipped his axe and bashed the man's head with the blunt end. "When I tell you to move, you bloody well do it!"

[Lhinnor]

Lhinnor sat inside, sipping on his wine when he heard a familiar, angry voice outside. The older Altmer gave a chuckle and stood up, heading outside to save the new prisoner. "Faelin, it's hard to question someone if you bash their skull in." He said to Faelin with a chuckle. Then he turned to the Nord and pointed. "Move along please. I don't want to have to drag you." The Nord was extremely confused by Lhinnor's radically different attitude, but moved in fear of getting bashed again. As they walked, the older Altmer glanced over at his friend. "What is this one being charged with, Faelin?"

[Faelin]

"A Talos worshiper, but he was been conspiring with others to push out our claim in the city of Falkreath. He was the only one that we captured, this time. Pathetic Men and their schemes." he smirked at the last sentence before putting his weapon away. "I don't understand how you can be nice to these brutes, all they know is a mace to the ribs."

[Lhinnor]

"Because, the nicer you are to them, the more likely they are to listen." Lhinnor said, opening the door to the interrogation chamber and letting their prisoner and Faelin in before going in himself. "Besides, what if one of these lesser beings have something GOOD to offer? If you are always so aggressive with them, they will never help us."

[Faelin]

"Not necessarily, Lhinnor. I've gotten a lot out of them using my form of 'persuasion.' Like where to find this heretic." countered the younger Altmer shoving the lagging prisoner, once again wiping off his gloved hand. "Very well, we'll try things your way this time." Faelin ordered a guard to hook the Nord to the wall and close the gate. "I'm so sorry that you're shackled like that, but it's standard procedure, you see." He feigned a nice tone, however, his high speechcraft made it seem as if it was genuine.

[Lhinnor]

Since he too had a high Speechcraft, he could tell that the nice attitude was fake. Lhinnor just gave a slight chuckle before going over to the table and gather up his paper, ready to write down an information they got.

[Faelin]

"Now, please, let us know of any other Talos worshipers in Falkreath." The prisoner refused, shaking his head. "Can't you see you're just making it harder on yourself and your comrades. Surely you know that you have to die, that is the price for treason, but if you give us the information we need then we will at least give you a warrior's death that you Nords covet so much." Again, the prisoner refused, spitting a mixture of both blood and saliva at the Altmer, missing by mere inches. Faelin's eye twitched slightly. "I am trying to be nice about this, for the sake of my superior, however, I will return to my previous method of dealing with you, if you'd prefer that."

[Lhinnor]

Lhinnor stood up and walked over, standing beside Faelin, a soft smile on his face. "You'll have to excuse him, as you can see he isn't terribly found of you. Now, would you be so kind as to tell us if there are others in Falkreath? I shall not tell them that you told and I promise that if we must kill them, they will die a honorable death." His voice was calm, and genuine, much different from Faelin's harsh tone.