Fellowship of the Dice

Helion dismounts and checks Shakti's wounds. Then he places his hands on the raptor's wounds. He puts his finger on one of Shakti's teeth and presses it down until a drop of his blood runs over the wound. A golden light can be seen and soon the wound looks better. Shakti tries opening and closing his mouth a few times before nodding with his big head.
"So I guess it's time for this guy to start talking, right, boss?" he says addressing Oloven.

'Let's wait until these two here are back with us' Oloven points to Fletcher and Werz. 'I have a feeling they will want to chat with our slaver here'

As Fletcher regains his vision, he is once again able to put voices to faces. He also catches Werz in his peripheral, and he has not come to yet. "Thank the maker, we were both under the spell." He moves his arms around and checks the rest of his faculties then steps off the stage to join the others.

"So, what do we have here?"

Helion dismounts and checks on Shakti's wounds. They are rather significant so he draws his own blood and summons a power to heal the Eidolon. A few moments later the creatures wounds are mostly healed, there is a bruise and it stiff and sore but the danger is past for Shakti.

A few moments later Fletcher (and Werz) are mobile again, and the group leans over the 'slaver'. Plutivarch looks up, a sneer on his face, "You are lucky, I will give you that. I would have been rich turning you over to the Black Wheel or the Crimson Codex. Fools." He is disarmed of course, but as a spell caster might have more tricks up his sleeve. "So gullible, a few people go missing, and you and the Stormreach Guard are duped into believing there are slavers about, from Lhazzar no less! Ahahahaha."

Shakti puts his head close to Plutivarch's, making sure to show all his deadly teeth. "Mind your manners. You're irritating him. Better tie his hands too, boss."

"So then tell us scum!" Werz bullies the man. "where have they gone and who messed with their minds?"

Plutivarch leans away from Shakti and Helion, clearly intimidated. Then Werz leans in on him. "I have no idea! I certainly had nothing to do with it. My goal was to capitalize on the chaos from it to make some money by grabbing up some of you. This upstart Grey Company you are part up has pissed up a few of the more established merc companies already in Stormreach." Werz pressures him more but its clear he really has no idea about the missing people. He's a liar and a criminal, just taking advantage of the situation to try and make some coin for himself.

Fletcher has seen enough interrogations to know this man has nothing more that can help them. Varying levels of stress between competing mercenary outfits was to be expected.

"I think we're done here. I suggest you not cross us again, Let him go Werz."

"Hold on a moment." Oloven quickly interrupts. "This man is a criminal. He must be taken to the authorities. The Stormreach Guard sent us out here, we should bring him back to them." He stared at Plutivarch for a moment and then continues, "I will not let him go without the correct punishment."

Oloven is right, he's a crook, a criminal and was going to try and sell you to a competing organization -- that sounds like slavery. So Oloven binds his hands, double checks the rope, and has him standing up ready to haul off to the Stormreach Guard and Constable Jute unless someone argue with the cleric.