Stormwind's Docks- March 7th, 1:50 PM
"Are you often sent to gather things for people?"
Delfore nodded as she walked up to yet part crate that was snuggled up by some other dock crates. She looked into it to get a better look at it. She shuffled through the parts to check for any imperfections. Finding none, she made a mental note of where this was, planning to come back after she finished interrogating the workers.
"I suppose a hero's work is never done."
She chuckled at that, "Well, Prince Anduin, a hero doesn't always fight, spy, interrogate, or negotiate. Nor do they always save the day. Sometimes it's as simple as getting some things together to help another out." That's when she noticed another dock worker looking in their direction. Perfect, another target, she thought, turning and beginning to walk towards the worker. She's already grilled four other workers and they didn't know anything. Prince Anduin made this known with his comments about her methods… which she's kindly pointed out to be rather humane considering some people would go as far as drawing their weapons. She gave the worker a quick once over. He was a little bit older than her, probably in his late twenties. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and he held himself in a steady manner. As they approached the man, Prince Anduin once again piped in his opinion.
"I still don't believe that these workers know anything Delfore… They seem sincere about not knowing anything."
"You can't get anywhere when it comes to gathering information without consistency, your majesty," Delfore piped back smoothly. While she didn't want to admit it… Prince Anduin had a pretty good point. Of all the workers she's interrogated, none of them showed any signs of lying… And it's pretty hard to show fear and respect for the interrogator and make it look genuine. "Hey, lad!" She barked at the worker, clapping her hands together once to get his attention, "I've got a few questions for you. And it'd be in your best interest to do this the easy way." Her tone was calm, but there was an experienced glint in her eye, just waiting for him to pounce or flee. The worker looked surprised at first, but then his eyes widened in fear. He put up his hands quickly as if to defend himself.
"I-I swear that guy was dead when I found him! I didn't do anything, I swear ma'am!" He shook slightly and spoke in a fast voice.
Delfore paused, her brows knitting together. What was this poor sod talking about? She frowned and shook her head, "Listen, I'm not here for whatever you just said. I need information about the Twilight's Hammer. Now."
The worker looked as confused as she felt. He slowly put down his hands back to his sides, "What-"Another pause before it dawned on him about what she wanted to know, "Oh- Twilight's Hammer? No, I don't know anything that."
Delfore scowled, making her frustration look like anger, "Are you absolutely sure? Because if I find out you lied to me I swear by my blade you're going to have a very long day." She let her tone dip in a bit of poison, making the worker take a half step back in fear.
"N-no, I swear by the Light I don't know anything! I swear it!" He cowered a bit, hoping Delfore will go away and leave him in peace.
Delfore's hand clenched into a fist, but before she could make any decision about whether to sock this guy in the jaw or not, she heard Prince Anduin speak up in a calm voice.
"We believe you, and we shall take our leave then. Delfore and I have other matters to attend to," He spoke with a bit of firmness under that calm tone of his. Delfore drew in a deep breath, held it, and then released it slowly before nodding in agreement. Last thing she needed was to go against the Prince's word. The dock worker nodded several times, probably happy that the Prince intervened. He hurried off, probably going to make it look like he's working. She turned quickly on her heel, making her way back towards the crate they found earlier in a fast pace. "Doesn't this feel like a wild goose chase to you? It's clear the workers don't know anything!" Prince Anduin said, lightly jogging to keep pace with Delfore's sudden speed. Meanwhile Delfore didn't respond to the Prince, and more or less ignored him. Not out of spite, even though she was frustrated. It was so she can think. Once they returned to the crate, she took it by its handles and heaved it off the ground with a small grunt. Only then did she speak.
"I don't know, your highness," she spoke firmly, business like, which is something that happens when she's thinking; "I'm certainly getting suspicions though…So you may be right." They soon began to approach a dwarf by the name of Fargo Flintlocke. He's a very tan skinned dwarf with black colored hair and goggles over his eyes. "Oi, Fargo! I got the last crate of part for you," Delfore said, coming up and setting the crate down in front of the dwarf.
"Ah, thank yer lass! Now…" Flintlocke immediately dives half way into the crate, shifting through the parts greedily. Every once in a while he tosses a part over his shoulder. "Where's me powder?" He asked, before grunting in annoyance, "Everything's here but for the powder. I need explosives, man!" He gets out of the crate and gives Delfore a frown, "You tell the King, no powder, no power. I need me kersplosions or I ain't leavin' port."
It was Delfore's turn to frown, why are they missing? Don't they need powder down here when the fleet is being prepared? She nodded to Flintlocke, "You got it, I'll tell him as soon as I can."
"Thank you…"
"Deflore."
Flint squints (or she thinks he does?), "Delfore? That's a peculiar first name lass."
Delfore smirks, "That's because it's my last name, and I'll see you in a bit about that powder Fargo." With that she gestured to the Prince to follow her and they left Fargo behind. She let out a short huff, looking around the dock. Now what is she going to do? The Prince was probably right about the dock workers not knowing anything… This is getting her nowhere.
"Delfore," Prince Anduin spoke, causing her to stop walking and turn slightly to face him. He had paused but now that her attention was on him he continued, "It almost seems like Samuelson is trying to intentionally waste your time. The dock workers don't know anything. More importantly, explosives are missing from Stormwind Harbor!" He had a look of disapproval about the whole thing, and a frown on his lips as well. This caused Delfore to raise an eyebrow at him. He continued speaking, "You know what I think? I bet Samuelson knows more than what he's letting on. He probably has a lead on Twilight's Hammer and wants all the credit and glory for himself."
You seem to be on a good track… Maybe a little naïve though, she thought in reply so far. Delfore nodded in both encouragement and to keep him talking. "You may have an idea here that might help us," she said, giving a small shrug, "We're obviously at a dead end here as far as I'm concerned. What, Prince Anduin, do you think we should do?"
"We should peek through his files at the SI:7 headquarters," Prince Anduin smiled a bit, "Take me there and I should be allowed to look at his files and find out what he really knows."
"That's good to see you can think of more ways to help solve a problem," Delfore replied, smiling a bit herself and nodding, "To SI:7 we go then, your majesty."