The Other Baron (RP)

"Get inside." Norbert growls. When the man tries to get up he pulls him along to the door, ignoring the wimphering and moaning.

He looks hopefully at the door, wishing for the experienced men to show themself.

Albert watches Norbert slip past him through the now open door. He follows the axe as it hits one of the men square in the knee with a crunch sound. That can't be good. He thinks while the man lets out a yelp of pain. With the other men running away, he rushes over to the injured person to make sure he's ok. Though he makes sure to have a good look at the fleeing bandits, making mental notes of some of their clothes, stature and hair color.

"Yes, let's get him inside." He replies as he tries to help the man into the room carefully. "Don't worry, we don't mean you any harm. Well... not anymore at least. But that's your own fault for trying to ambush us!"

Roald is taken by surprise by Norbert's action.
This fellow has hidden skills
He gives Norbert a smile and a 'well-done' nod.

''Shut your pie hole'' he hisses whilst waving his sword.

Norbert positions himself at the door with the dog. He pull her close and rubs her belly and lets het lick his face. He looks at Roald and raises his shoulders slightly.

Once the worst of the shaking is over he asks the man: "What were you thinking? This could have gotten out of hand really quickly."

"Yes, I have to say, you're running with the wrong crowd there." Albert chimes in. "Why were you trying to get in anyway? If we've done you wrong in some way, I'm sure we didn't do it on purpose." His voice sounds genuine when saying this.
"If you have troubles, perhaps praying to Raynor could help you find your path forward."

Roald puts down his sword, there are three of them + the dog so they'll be safe enough.
"WOW WOW. What do you mean: attacking barons, maiming guards and kidnapping daughters??? We have done no such thing. Where did you hear these stories? And,... who send you?"

Roald assesses the man for a moment. Could this guy be trusted... He might have the information we're looking for...

"Allright, maybe we started off on the wrong foot here. You say we kidnapped a girl, that is completely untrue. In fact, we are here to find and rescue her. We may not look like it but, just like you, we are the good guys in this story. I would like to appoligize on behalf of my friend for the busted knee, we will help you patch it up. It's just that... sometimes he and his dog are a bit out of control."
While saying these last words, Roald turns his head and winks at Norbert. Hopefully he understands Roald is playing 'good guard, bad guard'.

"Tell me, what do you know about this kidnapping, any information is welcome"

"Out of control?" Norbert thinks outraged. "How could he!?"

"Oh." His inner voice goes at the wink. "Right." He kneels next to the dog ans whispers in her ear. Three breaths later the dog starts growling.
"Give the man the chance to answer. He might not be in league with the kidnappers." Norbert says to the dog.

Albert in the mean time is keeping an eye on the door. Every now and then checking the hallway, just in case. They think we're the bad guys? Right now he doesn't want to interrupt the interrogation, so he decides to stay quiet and think.

"This is getting ridiculous!" Norbert exclaims. "We are here to rescue this girl from a horrible death and now he accuses us of kidnapping her. The nerve! And to think I felt sorry for hurting him." He turns to the man. "You should be ashamed for speaking to these men in such a way. They are heroes in the village. MY village! I fear they are that girls only hope."

Deep in his heart he hopes Albert will be able to save the mans knee, but he can't bare the injustice from the accusations.

"This is to much, I need fresh air." He goes out to the yard, the dog right on his heels.

Albert is stunned by Norbert's outburst. He lets him, and the dog, walk past when they try to exit the room. He opens his mouth to say something, but can't really think of any words and so his mouth just closes again.

Curious to hear what this man has to say to all that, Albert turns to look at him. A stern look on his face.