"Where the hall are the smuggled drugs?!" Necro was investigating recent illegal drug related activities, within Rose Garden. Information about the smuggles where quite limited, after all the recent drug activity just began to sprout up in this part of the region, Necro was sent to stop the illegal trade before it got out of hand. The man Necro was interrogating was a fairly buff man, both his arms where tattooed. The man, was named Greg. Necro was able to find out his name by..... forcing him to have a little conversation in a empty alleyway.
"H-hey.... y-you can't do this? You're a Rune Knight!" Greg stammered, his hands shaking in fear. Necro looked him dead in the eyes, his red iris seared through the poor mans soul, as if he was a monster that was about to devour him. Necro chuckled, it seemed that he was grinning from underneath his mask.
"Well.... tough luck pal.... I'm not in the mood to deal with your shit. Lets drop the act, we all know what part I play play in the good knight bad knight routine. So save yourself the trouble and tell me where the hell I can find the contraband." Necro spoke with deadly precision, each word was like a knife pressing down on Greg's throat. Greg gulped, his eyes shifted back and forth as if looking someone would rescue him. Necro sighed he realized this was useless, the guy was too afraid to talk, possibly because he just witnessed Necro knock out his two comrades with little to no effort.
Greg finally squealed and told Necro the location of the hide out and the location of the drugs, finally satisfied, Necro called in for back up, two Rune Knights came by and took Greg and his companions into custody.
"Great work officer Stigma, it's great to see our new recruits take action." One of the Rune Knights shook Necro's hand, Necro chuckled and thanked the knights before the left. Necro decided to walk call it a day and began walking around looking for somebody to eat.
"H-hey.... y-you can't do this? You're a Rune Knight!" Greg stammered, his hands shaking in fear. Necro looked him dead in the eyes, his red iris seared through the poor mans soul, as if he was a monster that was about to devour him. Necro chuckled, it seemed that he was grinning from underneath his mask.
"Well.... tough luck pal.... I'm not in the mood to deal with your shit. Lets drop the act, we all know what part I play play in the good knight bad knight routine. So save yourself the trouble and tell me where the hell I can find the contraband." Necro spoke with deadly precision, each word was like a knife pressing down on Greg's throat. Greg gulped, his eyes shifted back and forth as if looking someone would rescue him. Necro sighed he realized this was useless, the guy was too afraid to talk, possibly because he just witnessed Necro knock out his two comrades with little to no effort.
Greg finally squealed and told Necro the location of the hide out and the location of the drugs, finally satisfied, Necro called in for back up, two Rune Knights came by and took Greg and his companions into custody.
"Great work officer Stigma, it's great to see our new recruits take action." One of the Rune Knights shook Necro's hand, Necro chuckled and thanked the knights before the left. Necro decided to walk call it a day and began walking around looking for somebody to eat.
