Jald was growing irritated.
The big ferret was sharpening his blade, having cleaned it of blood from the last brief and bloody victory of the Calpathion forces, Jald's emerald eyes were currently fixed on the silver ferret that sat calmly across from him, cross legged on the ground, his eyes closed, never to see again.
Interrogation was an irritable practice to the ferret, he had never enjoyed it, especially a mere hour after a battle. Jald Nightson preferred to let Deran do the talking currently, lest his sword 'accidentally' slip while he was speaking to a creature who had been his ally mere hours ago.
"My name is Meras." The ferret's calm, cool voice replied. "First commander of the late Commander Algan's forces. My brother is commander of the first combat unit of the Death Watch."
Deran was standing, his bow having been swapped for his ceremonial long sword, just in case the ferret's seemingly tranquil manner turned out to be a farce. "Things we know, Meras.Tell us why you could be considered useful to us."
Idiot.Jald noted with a slight narrow of his eyes, fang revealing itself in a sneer unnoticed by Deran. Absolute idiot.
"I believe I have said.The Death Watch locations, size and strategic plans, Commander Deran."
"You'd turn against your own brother? Your former companions?"
The ferret nodded. "My time under the command of Cirath and Jethorin has made me reconsider what I am fighting for.the ideals I joined for have seemingly ceased to exist, the Death Watch decays, Visla is little more then deranged.his mad quest for revenge against your leader would lead him to sacrifice all of our lives.I do not wish that to happen."
Deran nodded. "I see.no evidence against that.go on."
Meras shrugged again, nothing seeming to excite the blind ferret, "The ideals I fought for are dead, Commander Deran.I'd personally like to rediscover them."
Deran's shrewd mind ran itself through the information as he processed it.someone of Meras's rank could be valuable indeed.why would the ferret lie? Deran had seen him kill one of the Death Watch's top commanders, without batting an eyelash, even sacrificing his own eyesight, leading his enemy into a trap. Was this the behavior of a double agent?
But then.Meras had said it himself.Visla was willing to sacrifice anyone to achieve his goals.it needed further investigation.
"So you say, Meras.as we're in the middle of a war, you'll beg our pardon if we don't trust you at your word." The cold voice of the military leader had surfaced.
"I am less then offended, Commander Deran." Replied Meras calmly.
Jald rose to his feet, placing his sword over one shoulder as he growled, "Anything useful we can go on ferret?"
"There is a traitor in your ranks."
Extraordinary what one statement could do.Jald was across the room in seconds, paw seizing Meras by the neck, lifting the ferret roughly to his feet, "Who?"
Meras's laconic reply said it all, "I never saw his face.he goes cloaked.his build implied a mustelid.Only Commanders Sariss, Geras and Taren-and General Visla-know him by name."
Jald dropped him with an angry snarl, whirling from both Deran and Meras with an enraged snarl.
Why is he so upset by this.? The unnerving thoughts tugged at the edges of Deran's mind, thoughts he couldn't dismiss no matter how he wanted to.
"Keep this little wretch, Arakias," Jald Nightson growled. "It's a fool's game you both play! As I am not a fool, you'll pardon me for not getting involved. Just remember this: There's a time when the game plays the players."
The big ferret was sharpening his blade, having cleaned it of blood from the last brief and bloody victory of the Calpathion forces, Jald's emerald eyes were currently fixed on the silver ferret that sat calmly across from him, cross legged on the ground, his eyes closed, never to see again.
Interrogation was an irritable practice to the ferret, he had never enjoyed it, especially a mere hour after a battle. Jald Nightson preferred to let Deran do the talking currently, lest his sword 'accidentally' slip while he was speaking to a creature who had been his ally mere hours ago.
"My name is Meras." The ferret's calm, cool voice replied. "First commander of the late Commander Algan's forces. My brother is commander of the first combat unit of the Death Watch."
Deran was standing, his bow having been swapped for his ceremonial long sword, just in case the ferret's seemingly tranquil manner turned out to be a farce. "Things we know, Meras.Tell us why you could be considered useful to us."
Idiot.Jald noted with a slight narrow of his eyes, fang revealing itself in a sneer unnoticed by Deran. Absolute idiot.
"I believe I have said.The Death Watch locations, size and strategic plans, Commander Deran."
"You'd turn against your own brother? Your former companions?"
The ferret nodded. "My time under the command of Cirath and Jethorin has made me reconsider what I am fighting for.the ideals I joined for have seemingly ceased to exist, the Death Watch decays, Visla is little more then deranged.his mad quest for revenge against your leader would lead him to sacrifice all of our lives.I do not wish that to happen."
Deran nodded. "I see.no evidence against that.go on."
Meras shrugged again, nothing seeming to excite the blind ferret, "The ideals I fought for are dead, Commander Deran.I'd personally like to rediscover them."
Deran's shrewd mind ran itself through the information as he processed it.someone of Meras's rank could be valuable indeed.why would the ferret lie? Deran had seen him kill one of the Death Watch's top commanders, without batting an eyelash, even sacrificing his own eyesight, leading his enemy into a trap. Was this the behavior of a double agent?
But then.Meras had said it himself.Visla was willing to sacrifice anyone to achieve his goals.it needed further investigation.
"So you say, Meras.as we're in the middle of a war, you'll beg our pardon if we don't trust you at your word." The cold voice of the military leader had surfaced.
"I am less then offended, Commander Deran." Replied Meras calmly.
Jald rose to his feet, placing his sword over one shoulder as he growled, "Anything useful we can go on ferret?"
"There is a traitor in your ranks."
Extraordinary what one statement could do.Jald was across the room in seconds, paw seizing Meras by the neck, lifting the ferret roughly to his feet, "Who?"
Meras's laconic reply said it all, "I never saw his face.he goes cloaked.his build implied a mustelid.Only Commanders Sariss, Geras and Taren-and General Visla-know him by name."
Jald dropped him with an angry snarl, whirling from both Deran and Meras with an enraged snarl.
Why is he so upset by this.? The unnerving thoughts tugged at the edges of Deran's mind, thoughts he couldn't dismiss no matter how he wanted to.
"Keep this little wretch, Arakias," Jald Nightson growled. "It's a fool's game you both play! As I am not a fool, you'll pardon me for not getting involved. Just remember this: There's a time when the game plays the players."