Ratty Driftwood

[Mharbrow PhantomPaint]

Garavito slowly regained consciousness to find a dagger at his throat and a heavily tattooed fox sneering into his face.
"What do you want?" he asked groggily.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Mharbrow's eyes narrowed as his enemy slowly became aware of his surroundings.
"Answers, primarily. For a start, what's your name and where are you from?"

[Mharbrow PhantomPaint]

"I will not tell you anything." Garavito spat defiantly.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Dyemhar lifted an eyebrow, a small smile spreading across his face.
"Is that so? I may be able to do something to change your attitude. If not, it will provide ample entertainment. Belladonna, do you, by chance, have any bogweed?"

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

  Belladonna nodded, a half smile on her face as she passed a small pawful of the requested herb to Captain Dyemhar. "It just so happens that I do."

[shisteer of nothing much]

Mharbrow took the herb and held it over his enemy's nose, watching as he was forced to breath in the bitter scent and his face turned blank.
"Let's try that again, shall we? What is your name?"

[Mharbrow PhantomPaint]

"Garavito."

[shisteer of nothing much]

"And where are you from, Garavito?"

[Mharbrow PhantomPaint]

"The Northlands." Garavito said, his voice expressionless.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Mharbrow nodded slowly.
"What was your destination?"

[Mharbrow PhantomPaint]

"Southsward." replied the ermine.

[shisteer of nothing much]

"Good. What weapons do you have and where are they?" Mharbrow asked suddenly.

[Mharbrow PhantomPaint]

"Crossbow, cutlass, and..." Garavito hesitated for a brief moment, part of his mind fighting to resist the drug. "My ring."

[shisteer of nothing much]

Mharbrow looked at his first mate in surprise at the last admission.
"Interesting... Do you have any particular weakness?"
It was doubtful whether or not he'd answer that question. The hesitation before indicated the bogweed was wearing off, though it might last long enough for him to answer this question.

[Mharbrow PhantomPaint]

"Yah, go and boil your head, you mouldy bean!" Garavito shouted, revealing that the effects of the drug had now fully worn off. He tried to kick out at the rival captain's footpaws.