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Syonique leads Tyrone towards the temple where she'd left the Silver Star shard for safekeeping. "Actually, now that those orcs are gone, I was hoping to take the shard we found to the dragon... after that, I'm not sure. Head south towards Candlekeep, perhaps; I'm sure the Great Library will have some reference that should prove useful. It's a long ways to go, though, so I'll understand if you'll want to stay here with Pavel and Averli."

"Lady Kry'alis'sevian, the Dragon of Light," Syonique responds quietly, not wanting to be overheard by any passerby. She pauses, puzzled, and glances over at Tyrone. "You know... I honestly can't tell if you were telling the truth just then. You very well *may* know more about the sword than the Great Library." Shrugging it off as overconfidence on the bard's part, she turns and floats up the stairs to the temple.

"Watch your tongue!" Syonique snaps, then sighs and rubs her hand tiredly over her eyes. "I... forgive me. I doubt with all my heart that the lady has such intentions."

Syonique's temper snaps and she acts without caring what everyone else thinks. "Thief!" she screams after the fleeing rogue, the force of her anger spreading out to cover and stun both him and the innocent bystanders he sought to hide behind.

((Mind Blast, 1d20[17]+5+4 = DC 26 Will save for all affected.

Btw, she *does* have a +9 Init mod, +7 Sense Motive, and can move a *wee* bit faster than most people, or horses for that matter; it's not unreasonable to say that she could catch him))

Muttering to herself, Syonique floats over to the stunned thief and pulls his hands behind his back, checking to see what he stole. "Crime doesn't pay," she growls at the passerby. "Move along, this isn't some sideshow."

Syonique glares at Tyrone and rumbles, "I'm no hero, I... " she pauses and crooks her head to the side, then shakes it back and forth a few times as though physically throwing the thoughts out. "... I'm sorry," she continues in a much softer, calmer voice. "I know it's a lot to ask, but could you go out and apologize for me? The people know and trust you. I... "

She looks down at one of her hands in puzzlement, then closes her eyes in concentration and after some difficulty forms a mindblade; the blade violently shifts in shape and color, from jagged red to twisting green to turbulent blue, before finally stabilizing into a steady golden hue; it holds for a moment before turning pale white and fading away as she dismisses the telekinetic blade with a thought - or lack thereof - before looking down at the young thief. "I've got some questions to ask," she says in a very small, meek voice.

While Tyrone keeps the crowd occupied, Syonique looks down at the young boy. "Who are you, what were you trying to do, and why? And don't even think about trying to lie to me."

"My name is Kenneth," lies the half-hin, "I just figured you'd have a lot of money, being famous adventurers and all, I didn't think you'd miss it." ((only the name is a lie the rest seems true))

"I don't like it when people lie to me, 'Kenneth'," she says, putting extra emphasis on the name. "You ever hear about the last man who tried to lie to me?"

"Ok ok my real name isn't Kenneth, but that's what everyone around here calls me." the half-hin squirms uncomfortably

"Do I look like *everyone*?!... everyone... " Sy stops to shake her head clear. "So the only reason you picked on us is because you thought we'd have a lot of money?"

"Yes, yes." Sy can tell he's not completely lying, but he's not telling the whole truth.

Syonique grabs the little man by the collar and hauls him up, holding a mindblade to his throat. "Enough games. You're going to tell me exactly why you accosted us, ALL of it, and at the end I'm going to ask you one simple question. Lie to me on that question and it may well be the last lie you ever speak this side of the grave."

"Meep" the half-hin nods slowly.

As Syonique glares at him some more, the half-hin gathers his wits about him, "I picked you cause I figured you'd have lots of money, and because we were in that crowd, I figured that even if I bungled the job you'd never be able to catch me around that many people" the half-hin quivers in fear "I thought you were nice?" he hazards under his breath.

"Even nice girls can have bad days," snarls Syonique, "and you're doing a fine job of making this one of them."

The half-hin remains silent.

"Looks like you're ready for my question," Sy says, looking him in the eyes and allowing her Inertial Armor to shine. Although... it's wavering in multiple chaotic hues, as though out of her control. "Is there anything else I would want to know that you're leaving out?"

"Umm I don't really know what else you would want to know." sidesteps the half-hin.

"IF YOU WERE IN MY SHOES, WHAT WOULD YOU KILL OVER?!" snarls Syonique, levitating into the air with the half-hin held by one arm. "WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?!"
((Using Levitate on self))

"N-nothing," the half-hin twitches after he says so. "Here, here's everything I took today, sorry!" The half-hin drops a couple coins a rusted dagger, and a bottle cap.

Syonique watches the trinkets fall to the ground below, then swoons and almost drops the half-hin. "What am I doing?" she mutters to herself, sinking back to the street with her captive. "Look, I'm not letting you go until you tell me everything," she says in a tired voice.

"I don't know anything else" blubbers the half-hin. "I steal things, it's just how I make my living."

"You steal things," says Sy sternly, like a mother talking to a child. "What were you planning on doing with whatever you could steal from us?"

"I dunno I hadn't thought that far ahead"

"Are you working with anyone else?"

"Yea but they didn't have any part in my picking you for my mark," blubbers the half-hin some more. "Can I go now, please I'm really sorry"

"Is someone making you steal?"

"N-no, it's just the only thing I'm good at, too small to be a guard or a laborer, and I don't know squat about any trades."

"You seem to be good with your fingers. You any good with a weapon?"

"Well, I can throw a dart pretty good, and I'm a fair shot with a cross bow, but other than that no."

"Fair enough. You any good with traps or locks?"

"I'd rather stay away from that stuff, but in a pinch I guess I could jimmy one open, w-why are you asking me all these questions?"

"I'm asking because there's no reason you need to be a common thief. You've got guts and skill, and you might even have brains as well. Can you read?"

"N-no ma'am, just a little, here and there"

"Very well then. I have a business proposition for you. You travel with me. I will teach you to read and write, well enough to become a scribe even if that is your desire. I will teach you as best I can how to use any weapon at my disposal. While you travel with me, I shall give you one third of all the money and treasure I find. I will not send you into any danger where I would be hesitant to go myself, and you in turn shall not betray me or run off without talking it over with me first. How does that sound to you?"

"Do I have to?" asks the half-hin. Sy gets the distinct impression that he is wary of trusting her; from the look in his eyes he seems to still be very much afraid of her.

"No, you don't. I'd be lying if I said there was no risk, but where there is risk there is often treasure. I can't just let you run around stealing from people, however."

The half-hin shakes his head and after working up a bit of courage says, "I'd rather not, no offense but you're scary lady."

Syonique laughs and shrugs. "I suppose at times I am... but just consider, I could be a scary lady on *your* side. As you wish. I'll leave you in the hands of the Fist, with instructions not to hurt you; like I said, I really can't have you running around stealing from people." She releases 'Kenneth' and motions to the dropped items. "If you're going to jail for them, you might as well keep them; just don't go running off. While you're in there, give some thought to my words. Steady work means not going hungry."

Kenneth nods solemnly. Syonique watches him collect the stolen goods, then walks him over to the nearest Flaming Fist office and explains the situation with a sigh. Sometime later, Syonique finds herself in one of the local taverns waiting for Tyrone to show up.

Syonique almost calls out to Tyrone as he enters the bar, then thinks better of it; the last thing she needed was to attract the attention of everyone in the bar. Instead, she silently waves him over and orders some breakfast.

"Well, the halfling ((Half-halfling? Quarterling?)) ran off, but I see you're still around. Faithful as any hound... and just as vocal, sometimes," she says, giving him a wink and sticking her tongue out before continuing to talk in a soft, easy voice. "Let's see if you can pull off a good imitation of a guard dog and protect me from myself; I've got a certain... mirror from Averli that I need to return to the Lady, and I think I'll need you to keep me from abusing it in the meantime. If I start taking on airs and such, please... "

Syonique's tone changes abruptly as she stands up and harshly growls, "... please excuse my behavior." She turns and walks over to the corner to stare angrily at the young woman seated there. "You have rather invasive eyes, Aralynn, but not as invasive as your ears. Why do you listen so freely to our private conversation? What business is it of yours?"