[center][h2][u]The Making of Templars[/u][/h2][/center]
Thanermere had undergone a transformation. From a grey fortress of warriors, scholars, and priests it became a warm and welcoming castle of bliss. The gates had been opened and the commonfolk, once left to the frigid winter winds beyond the walls, were brought into the keep and shown the hospitality of the dawn. The Grand Hall was decorated with orbs of arcane light strewn across the walls and ceiling, the bards sang songs of olde and played ballads carried across the currents of time. The knights shared tales of their adventures to all who'd listen and the fascination of the children they'd garnered in particular. Brothers in arms displayed feats of strength and combat prowess as wrestling matches were held and duels were declared. For the time it seemed as though all had forgotten what lay beyond the walls, beyond the woods and further into the north. The enemy that plotted the doom of the world had been put aside for this one night as warrior and peasant alike sat beside one another sharing drink and camaraderie. 

Down below, in the depths of the castle dungeon, the foot stomping of the joyful could be heard only as hollow thudding. The music was faint and distorted by the unfriendly walls. Down in the depths of Thaneremere Keep, Knight-Captain Evelyn Sunderland stood before an imprisoned assassin. A single torch hung between them, it's light was frantic as the flames flickered wildly in he darkness. Evelyn watched with stern eyes as the assassin hung her head low. The two had been engaged in questioning for hours and at this point Red had grown weary. Over and over Evelyn asked her questions and over and over Red evaded them. Up until now it seemed as though they'd get nowhere until the captain finally said, [color=fff79a]"I do not enjoy torture, it is deplorable. But you are here before me, an admitted assassin stalking Templar lands, threatening my men, and performing operations of unknown nature to an unknown employer...however I know torture will do nothing. Inflict enough pain and the victim will confess whatever you want them to regardless if any of it holds true"[/color].

Red raised her head to show the look of annoyance about her as she said, [color=ed1c24]"Now that you've come to your senses, I assume you'll be releasing me, correct?"[/color]. Evelyn smirked before turning towards the table upon which Red's effect were placed. [color=fff79a]"No, not even close"[/color], Evelyn took the notebook in hand, flipping through the pages until she found something of interest. [color=ed1c24]"What are you doing?! Stop!"[/color], Red cried out though Evelyn was indifferent to he protests. [color=fff79a]"Since you refuse to cooperate, I shall procure the information I require through this"[/color], she said as she stopped at a page featuring the depic and if a body, it's throat slit wide open. [color=fff79a]"This seems interesting, notes on one of your targets?"[/color], she asked before reading the following excerpt:

[i]Morin Valdencroft, leader of a prominent bandit group known as "The Verdent". Known for smuggling of arms across borders as well as orchestrating multiple third party attacks on foreign territories. Inciting of skirmishes between Farendar and Talmarian troops and conspiracy to aid Renner raids along the southern coast. Target was last scene in the town of Lymnoriin, leaving towards the nearby marshlands, contacts suggest he has established a fortification within the swamps, heavily guarded, possible arcane wards placed around perimeter"[/i]

[color=fff79a]"This alone is interesting but I have to wonder, with what you have written here and what you claim to be in relation to The Order, why threaten to kill Argus?"[/color], Evelyn turned the page to read the results of that mission.

[i]"I waited until night, the guards were in between shifts when I removed the wards. The mage was required to remain outside until his replacement arrived, they both had to be eliminated. Stealing the mages clothes I assumed their identity as I waited for the next shift of guards to arrive. Each feel without alerting the others. I proceeded to place caltrops at the entrance to halt any escape before delving further into the enemy fortification. Once inside I discovered-"[/i]

Evelyn stopped her dictation of the notebook when she came across the this segment of the report. Apparently the bandits dealt not only in weapons but also slaves. From what she writes, it appears as though the slaves were inbound to western Talmaria, somewhere along the western coast and an entire kingdom between them and home. Red apparently killed every last raider without detection before freeing the slaves and personally seeing their return to their native lands. Evelyn was moved by this, but even so she still did not trust Red, at least not fully. Red on the otherhands wore another large grin on her face as she knew that Evelyn had read the rest of the report. [color=ed1c24]"Mind letting me go now?"[/color], she asked but Evelyn's only response was, [color=fff79a]"You'll be taken the capital for trial. Until then you will remain here"[/color]. Evelyn placed the notebook back on the table before leaving to return to the festivities.