3rd of Vhalar, 719
Sat across from Karlsson and Sybil was a pathetic display of humanity.
Barely even fully clothed, the man shivered even in the warmth of the surrounding walls of Karlsson's estate. His eyes were sharp, his features were gaunt, and the way that he kept his hands close to his body implied a need for self preservation. Despite being in the presence of two that had previously declared themselves a protector of the greater good within Viden's outskirts, the man was clearly horrified. Sybil's jade eyes settled upon his mottled flesh. He was an old man that likely wouldn't survive direct torture. His pitiful heart would give out before the two would get the information they would need from him.
Perhaps that was why Karlsson paid Sybil to serve as a witness to this conversation.
Karlsson folded his fingers across one another, interlacing like the weave of a basket. His eyes rest upon the mottled man, amber eyes peering forth. He was good at hiding his direct rage, but it was clear that he had some sort of negative view of the cretin before him. He cleared his throat before beginning, "Now I know you better than to be simple enough to attempt to attack one of my daughter's associates." Karlsson's words passed through his through with something more akin to a rumble. Eyes focused on the simpering man before him, "So I will make this easy for you. Explain how you got the information you had, and I will continue to have this assumption of you."
A glistening, sterling silence filled the air. Pure fear and dread pulsed from the veins of this ragged man. Sybil's head slowly tilted to the side as they watched him. His breath quickened. His pupils constricted. He was closer to an animal than a man in this state of mind. Whatever he was trying to hide, was something more having to do with the agreement being overwritten. To Sybil, it was beyond crystal clear that this man likely wouldn't leave this estate without the direct mercy of Karlsson. Perhaps direct begging from the exorcist. But at this point, they quite honestly didn't have the time, nor patience to talk Karlsson out of anything.
As far as they knew, this man had something to do with Wald's disappearance.
"Old Man--" His chapped lips managed to hoarsely cut off before he corrected his terminology, "Master Karlsson... I-I... Y'know me. I wouldn't'a known it." The man's fingers began to tap against the table. The fleshy echo was clear upon the dining hall's empty interior, "I just-- I say what I see-- Ain't have nothing to do with that... I, ah. I didn't know. Honest! Just got paid t'a say where the camps were."
Sybil leaned towards Karlsson's ear. Eyes half lidded, they let out a warm breath against the side of his neck, "He's being truthful." Came the whisper, eyes travelling towards the man.
