Damea Reese
It was obvious that she didn't believe him, the look on her face said that clear enough. Damea sat still in the chair, trying to keep a smile on his lips as she played with her intimidating mace. The weapons wasn't large, but it looked deadly enough and the sell sword had no doubt that she had more than enough practice with it. Seeing as how he was without a bit of good protective armor, one swing of her mace and he would be done for.
With that in mind, he didn't move as the silence stretched between them. He wondered briefly what it was that she could possibly be thinking about. A couple of things came to mind though, none of which he entertained -or wished to entertain at that-. Damea turned slightly, his eyes roaming about the room, noting the lack of cleaning as there was so much dust clinging to just about everything. His attention was brought back to her swiftly as she spoke finally.
āA mercenary... Well Mr Reese, Iām sorry to inform you that the human army generally has more hands than it can arm, what makes you think that you can be of any help?ā
Damea grinned broadly and leaned forward a bit, dropping his voice he answered her, "Because, I'm not looking to be employed by the army. Which, by the way has infuriated some of the recruiting officers. I've skills that very few people have, a pristine fire mage from my family, and what's more. I've met with many Therian's before. I know their ways, I know where they hunt and live. I've been after information regarding this 'rebel leader' of the Therian's, and as I said before, I could not help but become curious when I saw the one you have here."
Ok, well maybe he could have done without the elegance and elaboration, but Damea thought that he might as well earn her interest as best he could. It was his best shot at getting into the situation before him. Impress the person holding the rewards, that's what his father had always said to him. Maybe not in those words, but Damea had gotten the general idea at the time. Leaning backwards in the chair, he settled against it, completely relaxed.
"I figured that if you wanted to go after a Therian, you might want someone who knows them. I would also suggest not taking the one you have to your head quarters. You know as well as I that they'll torment him and then kill him once they've got what they wanted. Unfortunately, we are ruthless to the Therian's," Damea shrugged, choosing his words carefully, "Not that I sympathize with them. They are, after all, trying to steal from us as well as reign terror on the cities. I just don't like killing them out of spite, leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
"What I would suggest doing with the one you've captured is use him to find the rebel leader. Seems he knows quite a bit about the guy whose leading all those raids lately. Did you know that the Therian's are very closely knitted together? They can tell when another Therian is nearby, has something to do with that metal technology they all have on their bodies. Damage the metal and they become useless, and from what I've heard it's quite crippling, very painful," he added with a shake of his head, wincing to add effect.
"Anyway, you'll need help on this if you wish to track down the rebel leader. I'll even work for free for you, out of the goodness of my heart. I don't need anything, but I do want to help you. What do you say my lady? Think you can give me a chance to prove myself to you?"