429 Stop, Drop, & Roll

Tycondrius steepled his fingers and leaned forward, his elbows resting on the planning table... "Brother-Bannok, what can you tell us about these halls?"

Weaponmaster Bannok narrowed his eyes for a brief moment, an internal struggle clear in his eyes. He breathed a heavy sigh, his gaze focused elsewhere... "I've heard of them... once. The last words on a heretic's lips before I ended his miserable life."

The denizens of the Command Tent grew quiet... even Felinus paused his rote maintenance, his Elven ears twitching to hear. 

"You folks know about the Oathbreaker, yeah?" Bannok's voice practically dripped with loathing. 

Tycon nodded solemnly. Bannok spoke of a traitor of Tyrion... the greatest Champion of the Snake Cult. He was a man who led the most successful violent revolt against the Church of the Eternal Flame in modern times.