“Well, I normally find it doesn’t help, having paladins around for interrogations - see,” he says, because Iomedae glares quite sharply at him, at that, “that’s precisely what I mean.”

“I am familiar with, and countenance, the Crusade’s procedures for interrogations.”

"Oh, you countenance them, do you." He leads on towards the dungeons. "All the same, you'll have to leave. Can't scare a man if he knows you'll follow the rules."

Being known to obey the rules is part of what the rules are for, that’s how Law works, if you’re deriving advantage from uncertainty about whether you’re going to be Lawful you aren’t -

 What does she want and how will her actions move her closer to achieving it. “...I take your point, sir….Alfirin’s not a paladin, and has a knack for enchantments.”

“Yes, yes, she can stay if she wants.”

"I'll stay, sir."

They chain their prisoner up just outside the antimagic cell so they can heal him before tugging him into it. He pretends he’s still unconscious, until the guard kicks him in the ribs. Lord Entat’s mannerisms change impressively; he is friendly, sympathetic, concerned. What is the soldier’s name.

"Marit, sir."

"And is that the name you were born with?"

"....no, sir."

"And what is that name."

"Is that important, sir? I didn't give it out because there are magics that use a name."

"Well, son, I don't know, but this is a terribly serious situation and if I were you I would be worrying more about that. We know you've been spying. We don't need to know your name to hang you for it. But if we know who you're working for, there's a chance we'll decide we'd rather have you keep writing to 'em. So if I were you, I'd be forthcoming."

"I haven't been spying, sir, and I can say that under a truth spell."

“You’ve been running around under different faces. Just for fun?”

“ - not just for fun. But not illegally, sir. I asked Ketheri, to whom I am apprenticed, and he said there was no rule against it, so long as I didn’t impersonate anybody, or use it to go anywhere I didn’t have leave to be in my own person, and I’ve never done that.... there should be a rule against it, sir, and I'd follow it if there was one.”

"How old are you?"

"Don't know, sir. When I signed up they said to give a guess and I guessed eighteen."

"And a wizard?"

"Swordmage, sir."

"And running around under other peoples' faces. Why, then, if not for fun?"

"...well, sir, if I were Tar-Baphon I'd have the Crusade working for me by now, and I wanted to check if it was."

“If the Crusade was working for Tar-Baphon.”

“Yes, sir.”

“How did you check that.”